Stinky
We went
into the garden
It was late
but we had to do this thing
I made a little hole
planting a shoebox
with Stinky
into a shallow darkness
I knew you were puzzled
you said:
“Do shoeboxes
ever miss their shoes daddy?”
I thought of all the living
I had walked away from
things I had buried much deeper
I replied, “Yes always.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Stinky was a hamster.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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