Sunday, April 07, 2013

empty day...


Miles (L) Frito (R)
empty day...
from the dog's goodbye
a hair in my eye

Bleak are the days of spring. 
Where other April's were spent 
with cherry blossoms, 
in trees, and clouds, 
shaped by spring
into perfume dunes
and settling onto the surface
of the Tidal Basin, 
this year, 
across the Potomac River, 
Patti and I are holding
our beloved greyhound, Frito.
To the bone cancer has caught her
between bounds,
crippling her hind leg. 
What we thought was a sprain
or a tear we learned Friday
is a fill-in-the-blank
permission slip, already signed - God