Old dog,
We gave you
away.
And there you
were
One late August afternoon,
One late August afternoon,
When I was 11 and playing goalie
On a club
soccer team,
Your traipsed
along the field alone,
Near your new
private-school home.
On the grassy
rise,
I saw you
sniff your way,
Looking a
little bigger
And milling
about.
I remember you
When you were
a pup.
How I loved
you.
Now great
distances
Separate us —
And the narrow passage
And the narrow passage
Of time in a
dog's mind
And the vastness
Of my little girl's mind
Of my little girl's mind
Cracks my
heart a little,
Places a
fissure in it,
That will scar
over,
But never
fully heal.
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