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we go for a walk

the dog and i

early morning

and in the park

the trees green

the skies blue

i let him go

and he runs and runs

sniffs the plants, the grass

the fallen leaves

and then midway looks back

'you are still there, yes?'

'do not leave me!'

i raise one hand and wave

and off he flies

my silly dog

who is old and has white in his eyebrows

who is loved so endlessly

that i become a universe

collapsing in on myself

and still he looks back and wonders

'still here? oh, you will

always wait for me won't you?'