Under the Rose Bush
The bones of my last dog
are under an English rose bush.
If his bones could speak
they would no doubt ask where I was?
I would say – I was far a way
but always near to the best dog in the world.
I can almost see my dogs tail bones wag
under the earth, and his skull grinning.
Sometimes my former spouse and my son
will phone him at the same time,
alas I am often out walking memories
on a 3,000 mile leash.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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