of late, our friend departed
who in other days wandered
and wagged
and barked at trucks
in the hills
along the river
in our hearts
of late, our friend departed
who let us scratch his ears
and hold his aching legs
we carried him when
no longer he could walk
we pulled him in the wagon
he lifted his head in the breeze
his laughing eyes held us
his dark and laughing eyes
of late, all these and more
we saw him
and asked for nothing more
until his time arrived
the heralds cried
and mercy let him go
an angel we are told
of late, our thoughts returning
to the perfect love of life
to the face of every dog
to the journey beyond the hills
of late, our love remaining
***
for Norman
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