Monday, November 11, 2013

old dogs

the old
dog
stepping gingerly
down
the hard wood
stairs
paws
slipping
under heavy
hips,
the puppy
in him wanting
to be
young again,
to chase
the ball
to run.
to bury
the bone,
to bark and
howl
at every moon
to lie
lazily
once more
in the mid
day sun.

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