Thursday, January 05, 2023

the long arc (a poem for Scout)

I keep walking backwards 
from want to hope
they tell me I use 
"hope" to cope

my pulse beats with regret 
and distress though
it's true they too 
worship hope 

I know I keep disappearing
into a gratefulness
parroting prayers
to survive

remembering to thank ancestors 
(the ones that petted wolves)
who knew love would
arrive as you 
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Pic: Scout the champion snuggler... his arm over my leg 😍

4 comments:

Nicole Boyhouse said...

Awww, puppers.

Gillian said...

He is hugging you. So sweet.

StephLove said...

Love the final stanza.

maya said...

🥰

Thanks, StephLove!

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