Monday, August 25, 2014

From p.4 on Monday, August 25th


  • Tail wagging,
    wrinkles flying,
    bounding toward
    the kitchen
    new bone
    sticky drool
    laying in front of
    the open door.
    Chewing with a
    view.

  • I wipe my tears
    of sadness away
    and leave the tears
    of joy streaming
    down my face. Because
    I know that she is
    in a better place.

  • The lake shimmers
    as the lure hits
    the surface. I slowly
    reel in hoping that
    a fish will fall for
    my deception.

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