Scout's harness in a Ziploc
stays a door always ajar
becomes a souvenir in
a sweet completeness
of loss... nostalgia
Scout's photo on the altar
has guarded so fiercely
hellish trails of regret
just my two eyes...
all these tears
has guarded so fiercely
hellish trails of regret
just my two eyes...
all these tears
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Pic: Snow and sky in the backyard this weekend. The last couple of days have been so foggy... I've been white-knuckling it to and from work as visibility is very low, especially in low-lying pockets, and it's easy to imagine shapes where there aren't any and miss objects that only loom up at the last minute.
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I like this poem about the mementos of those we've lost and how/why we keep them. Of course we don't need Things to remember them, but the Things bring the memories back to us.
Foggy here, too, and I had to drive in it yesterday. Not fun. Did you see the news segment of the "disappearing" jet? Startling.
Thanks, Gillian :).
Nance--Thank you for reading so tenderly. I kind of feel this is not a good piece at all, but belongs here mostly because I miss my Scout so much.
"Disappearing" jet?!!? (Back after a Google--is this about the F-35 that went missing last year?)
we have Beatrix's collar and leash in a ziploc on a hook by the back door.
That poem is too much for me right now.
I was driving from Wisconsin to Michigan on Thursday and I tried to admire the beauty of the fog instead of worrying about how dangerous it was. I made it through!
Sarah--I frequently think of Beatrix because of how close on the calendar her loss was to Scout's. How odd that you too have her harness in a Ziploc!
Engie--Hope all continues to go well for you. Thinking of you and sending good vibes.
Sad.
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