Good Boy

When his breath catches
in my throat
and the very stillness
of this earth
a thousand miles per hour
It gets lodged there,

Sometimes it’s simple exchanges
leaving me wanting more
Laying in the dust
Filtered pigments of earth
In blood and ash.

But what remains
Is everything from where you are
I stand amazed
and I am not lost, just
Remembering how precious
you are to me
to my heart.

To see you prance on in
So proud you, my beautiful boy
Wagging your tail
as you come.

My heart still aching
For the many things I have loved
None other like you and
Where good boys…
Still get big bones.

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