The dog will be 7 in September.
It think about him from time to time
Running over the snow banks in Wisconsin
While I, plaintively, ride out a summer storms
in Florida. He has a better home now.
I wonder if he would recognize me
I in my new haircut and broken wrist
Sauntering up to the front door, expectantly.
He would bark - that high pitched excited bark
The bark that says " Say wait a minute don't I know you ?"
I would look - noticing the bits of gray around his chin
And I recognizing that things cannot be the same
Would, taking in a breath of cool winter air, turn
and go back down the stairs to my old car - my back
to the yip-yip yapping.
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