beyond love

old dogs
limping
on the long
wooded
path, beside
the blue
cold stream.
sniffing, still
at this age,
curious
about what
came before,
what lies
ahead.
and the owners,
not far
behind,
holding the
unattached leash,
trusting,
at this age
that neither
of you will
get lost, or
leave the other
behind.
it's almost beyond
love, if
there is
such a thing.