Each night I take the old dog for a walk.
I put his harness on, attach the leash,
and when we step outside into the dark
we find the cat, a shadow in that dark,
awaiting us, as always. For her, no leash,
but still she’ll orbit us loosely as we walk.
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Erik Jonah Quivered in grass, some subtle sign flashes / and squirrels course through my yard, / suburban blood in circulation or a song / sung sotto voce.
Ashley M. Jones An mmhmm is softer, sweeter than yes— / out of my mother’s mouth, a bright song—how / beautiful, this flavor of English. . . .
Ellen Bass I’ve never heard this much song, / trills pure as crystal bells, / but not like bells: alive, small rushes / of air from the tiny plush lungs….
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