An old friend says hello
Morning walk.
A big white stray I’ve never met before
Abruptly puts his paws on my chest.
No wagging tail,
No lolling tongue,
No panting,
No doggy grin,
No wet-nosed kisses.
Strange grey eyes
Gaze into mine.
“We know each other,” they say.
Standing there,
I stroke that big head for a minute,
Acknowledging a deep bond.
I never see him again
And I don’t need to.
But I understand that
No matter where I go,
No matter who I am,
My friends and I
Shall
Always
Find each other.
Always
Find each other.
Thank you,
Old friend,
For reminding me
So beautifully.
For reminding me
So beautifully.
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I
first wrote this in January 2007. Is it a poem? You decide. This is an
accurate account of an incident that actually happened to me on a
morning walk, and the thoughts that flashed through my head then.
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