Saturday, November 26, 2016

8899. WE WENT HOME

WE WENT HOME
We went home, carrying great bales
of polished cotton, sleeves of adulation,
and all the memories of a sunlit day.
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Near the doorway, I thought I saw
my ancient dog, Rinny. He's been
dead o'er sixty-years now, poor thing.
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'Be careful where you step.'

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