dog

a poem

there was a dog once

running across the green

with the others

pearlescent

framed like a renaissance painting

by the borders of my bedroom window

then, a blink

then, a loud

screech of metal

a crash of bones

undoing the sound of time

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still. so still. white still, unstained. but still.

i stared at the paralyzed mound of snow

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the car driving off, the laughter

echoing through the

stench of death.

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we buried him between the olive groves he once ran through

his pack watching few steps away

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goodbye friend, i heard them say

we hurtled through the trees together

howled at the moon

wolves once, domesticated and

now returned

bone to root

root to olive

olive to sun

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