Unconditional love

07 Jun

She waxes and wanes
through my months and years.
I have not landed there
for four decades. She
thinks I am the prodigal
son, the empathetic
ear, the prop.

He is the absence
of darkness, the absence of
inactivity, the absence of
fear. His thoughts are near the
summits of the mountains
in dark caves I cannot climb

My dog is the welcome
and sanctuary of home.
She is my fifth dog.
I know what she thinks.
She is of the same opinion as
her predecessors.

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Posted by on 7 June, 2012 in Uncategorized


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