the stray
dog is in the woods.
he looks happy
in the trees,
down by the blue sleeve
of a cold stream.
the blonde brush of his hair
gleams in
the soft
light
of a low sun.
no collar, no tag,
or leash.
he's on his own.
free,
free
from whoever had him,
whoever let
him go.
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