Voice

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fur soft and course
all at once
like brush bristles
left untouched

eyes speaking to me
from deep inside
her voice only heard
in a blink of time

always rescued them
as they came my way
her I chose
an autumn day

Let me begin by saying the above pic is not of the dog I recently adopted but looks enough like her, I decided to use it here. I call the dog I adopted Dulce and she is 7 months old. She will hopefully, like all my pets, have a very long life ahead of her. She traveled here to Washington along with many other dogs that were rescued from what they call ‘kill facilities’ in California. She has spirit and I believe will let nothing get her down.

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the end of a week and
i don’t even mind
the rail when
riding means
a tide of
giggling teenagers

so…who cares
not i….i think as
my one brain cell
slides dismally
around in the
vacant space…
(did i say that)
between my ears

wind blows and rain
hits & then runs
down the glass of
the rail windows
but i don’t
notice

as businesses stream
by because i
just want to get
home and feel nothing
but relief but
when it comes

i think of you &
our phone calls
the phone
silent now these
past five years

when idle chit-chat
meant a kind of
reprieve, relax…ing
into now so i could
hold ON to you

only a telephone cord
away & now…even a
telephone cannot
bring you close with
your voice so
like mine as if

i practiced daily to
play it back from
a treasured tape
but instead of
waiting for the
phone to ring

i close my eyes
hold my hand
atop my chest &
feel you there
beating quietly
inside me and
i am home