Asifa died in January
it was April when I learned
it is always already too late
We walk alone to the river
to the horse, to our homes
our thoughts catching
on branches of doubt
of light, rupture our
cruel, fool-ish world
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Spirit of Scoutie
We picked this spot for Scout's memorial because of the way he'd always come bounding up to greet me around that bend. And while I d...
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