Saturday, February 19, 2011

selva oscura

In the selva oscura,
I made peace with my scarlet cardigan sweater
and buried my dog Sam in the river-bottom sand.
I wrapped him up, buttoned all five buttons
around his brown fur body, fixed
his ears when they flopped inside out.
I dug out the hole
with my own two hands. Then,
in my great red plastic canoe
I paddled down river and left him.
The woods swallowed us
after I closed his eyes.

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