how can i dwell on sadness
longing to expunge the remorse
of lost friendship
blank page glaring, foreboding
when this little face
peers tentatively from behind the pixel curtain
eyes ever hopeful
for belly rubs,
mostly empty yogurt cups
or, (please, please, please) a walk in the damp sand,
she knows i’ve started…
well, once,
i’ve been running,
and yes, she’ll join me,
she’ll do anything for
a race to the shore;
my voice sets tail softly thumping
ah, Sadie, my little love,
you have ruined a perfectly
melancholy
moment
let’s go get your leash.
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Of maidens, mothers, and crones; a life in poetry, unfinished 