Saturday, November 8, 2014

The Black Dog




















Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser


The black dog looks at me through big chestnut eyes
and says, “Someone couldn’t love me.”
And, I stroke his silky ears, and then his soft neck,
and I say, “If they loved you, you wouldn’t be
here now, with me.”
And, he wags his tail and, I think, smiles
as he exclaims:

“Oh, now I understand!”



© 2014-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
From "Coming Home: Learning to Actively Love this World"
To be published by Talking Waters Press 

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