TheFeatheredSleep – “captive on the carousel of time”
Thought I saw you today
resting on the cream tile beside our silver fridge
a sign of my eyes seeing ghosts or fading out?
The doctor said; Watch for ink marks and sudden black spots
just like your coat, as you leaned in to clean eternal
not you, this time, or ever more
only my shoes and socks, black and white as
your fur
recalling when we traveled, back when we could
before lock-downs, before freedom was something nobody
took for granted
how in the arroyo of the desert we climbed
cactus flowers and box turtles, lazy sunbathing snakes
finding purchase of indigo rock
how my spirit felt released in that stark landscape
greater than any city, eclipsing us
as you searched for things to kill and torture
though you possessed a kind heart
a little metaphorical
a little incidental?
Our bid for escape, as now we are closed and…
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