Life With Horace

poetry & essays

the watcher

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a lightning blaze of white
bisects his loving gaze
certain that the work he craves
lies with his people,
center of a now-rich world
in which he rests but lightly,
keeps watch often,
accepts kisses freely given
knows he has a place
forever.

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my son’s dog, Helo, is a smart, loving border collie pit mix. for day 26 of NaPoWriMo 2014.

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poetry & essays

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