A Climb with a Dead Dog
A windy blow
uphill all the way
dog running ahead
we are going somewhere
we are going to the edge
to the edge of a steepness
Climb dog climb
we are both pulling at a leash
mine is long and inelastic
dog has a bone in her soul
she won't let it go
I got a rope for my life
in case that life gets stuck
on a ledge
or in case it doesn't
Blow wind blow
my darling is dead
the howl in my head
keeps me doggedly panting
Dog looks back
deep brown eyes
wide
the dead
see the top of every climb
see beyond
She is a ghost in my mind
dog will go no further
she sees the yonder
her concerned bark
a warning
about the rope
the end of my rope
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