Sunday, February 24, 2013

without conditions

the dog
sheds a blonde
brush
of hair
on the black
couch.
her eyes
weep
along the sides
of her nose.
she limps
and falls,
she can't go
as fast as she
wants to go.
the front
paw trembles.
how quickly
the seasons
change
when someone
is loved
without
condition.

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