Love in the Round

Love in the Round

She’s ill –

stretched out.

The taught rope

alerts me.

My dog

is not sleeping.

Grief slides through thin air.

 Her sister

lies supine,

parallel, hugging

her sleek body –

As if one dog

could mediate

a sister’s pain.

These two,

wed to each other

through compassion

too deep for words.

I bend my face into theirs,

whispering love songs

we have shared from

the Beginning,

and will share

long after

We are gone…

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