Taking a breath of fresh
Air on the back porch
Through the sound of melting snow
I hear a dog bark and wonder
When I will stop thinking
Of his dog that I loved, too.
Not so far away…
They cannot hear my thoughts,
But they might be able to hear these
church bells that ring softly at 7 pm.
When we used to meet for dinner.
-ag, 1/5/21
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