Saturday, March 18, 2017

getting around

under stripes
of whitened hair
his eyes are thinly webbed
in a film
of blue.
he smells his way around,
from door edge
to wall, to where the stairs
do down.
nudging paw,
to shoulder.
he doesn't come when called.
and dogs,
we are all heading
in the same direction.

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