Posted in Dogs, Poetry, Prose

Throw the Dog a Bone

To keep him
from scratching, disturbing
while I gazed into her eyes,
With her only existing
in my memory, smiling
Teeth freshly brushed,
the shine glaring me
and making the dog,
howl,
Better a photograph,
then a dog, howling her name
making me miss her
and how she used to
walk the dog,
while I daydreamed
of her

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Author:

Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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