IN AND OUT
by Jane Kenyon
The dog searches until he finds me
upstairs, lies down with a clatter
of elbows, puts his head on my foot.
Sometimes the sound of his breathing
saves my life -- in and out, in
and out; a pause, a long sigh. . . .
posted by Presley Bennett @ 9/07/2005
2 comments
2 Comments:
That's nice, Saije. Yours? It makes me miss my dog, a lot.
No, Jane Kenyon wrote it. I like her poems a lot.
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