I am the dog that follows.
The dog you wave your arms at
shout: Get home!
I am the dog that stops – watches.
Fifty yards on
I am the dog that follows again.
I am the dog you throw stones at
I am the dog that slinks
a dozen sullen steps
sits
to watch you go.
I am the dog that runs to the spot
breathes in your leaving scent.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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