Stumbling over truth and beauty, sharing it with words
Friday, March 28, 2014
Dogged
I rarely used to wonder
where you are
what you're doing
The thought follows now
like a faithful dog
quiet, steady, hungry
curls up with me at night
only to wake me at 3 a.m.
scratching at the door
wanting to run amok.
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