6/20/12
the dogs you remember are gone
under/over
one trick or another took them to ground
and out the window now
where they ran
children
impossibly young
without being yours
nor progeny nor kin nor self
what then?
you inside waiting
for them to call you out
here boy
down the winding road
to the sea

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8/6/12
The dogs you remember are gone
One trick or another took them under
to ground, and now,
out the window where you watched them run
are children
impossibly young!
not yours,
if progeny or kin,
never yours - not self,
what then?
you, inside, waiting for them
to call you out:
"here, boy!"
 to play
 or run
 down the winding road
  to the sea