Santa Nella
Our first trip down the valley
without the old dog. We’ll stay at Motel 6,
our home away from home, a place
that welcomes pets.
Remember the time, on a different schedule,
we stopped here mid-afternoon
to let the dog run among tumbleweeds and wind,
safe from traffic on the motel-side
of a chainlink fence.
The old dog did his business,
then took off at a ragged trot for “his”
motel room: small rented space
full of the scents of strangers
and maybe a hint of our own scent, left over
from the last trip. His scent, too;
a bit of his brief life spent.
We called and called, our voices
almost lost to an old dog
ready to lie down.
Tonight we’ll stay at Motel 6.
We’ll listen to traffic on the other side
of chainlink fence, and a wind
that’s full of scents
and woofs and voices.
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