Sunday, April 7, 2013

April 7



It is the dog now,  the brown
one with the gray muzzle
sleeping

on the stair landing having
fallen asleep in a
moment

so like my father in old age
who slept quickly and
easily

and made me look closely
at him just to make
sure

he was still breathing.
And then one day,
not.

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