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It is not so easy to forgive
old dogs and old friends dying on you.

Once I had a mongrel pup
got her from a shady pet store
back in a shabby past.
Parvo came and she went - not easy.
Once, an old blind Sheltie
came to visit from me
from an afterlife.
That ghost-dog looked like a friend
I had never really known. She still loved me;
that kind of love is never easy
to lose.

Dad, you give us a victory salute
on your way to the chemotherapy unit.
I realized how courageous in the face
of a famishing cancer you were
but only some years later
when I recalled my own cowardice.
Those kind of memories
are never going to be easy.

My friend was a poet of God;
He sang like a toad on a sinking lily pad
and did not care if he drowned
with his lovely mouth still open wide.

Why did you still sing on that death-bed Ted?
Why did a spirit fly from your lips
as a puff of pure light
after you asked for one last cigarette?
When you fell upwards
I heard the sky crack the roof of the world
then you were gone - and not the easy
way.

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