Dogs, poetry

The Best Grief Counselors have Four Legs

IMG_0026-001Sitting on the front porch this morning,
on the front little stoop,
smoking my cylinder of sin;
This canine at my feet.
Within a patch of sun,
I massaged her toes.
Bliss Tis this moment.
When rain finally gives way,
and the dawn brings the light,
I rise.
I wake with the sun,
As the night sheds it mantel.
She is good, this one.
She brings peace,
Order,
Disorder,
Love, unconditionally,
Give without thought,
Listen quietly to your tears,
Bows her head,
And touches your soul,
Like the first breath of life.
She repairs you.
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