last night when I let her out
Gracie stared into the black sky
not a moon or star or
house light in her sights
for five minutes she never moved
or raised it to track a scent
just a laser-look at a singular place
on the dark screen of the night
a sadness squeezed my throat
imagining her looking at the ending
of the movie of her life
this one in a single seat theater
and the only film she’ll ever see
I hope not
I hope for all of us
the end comes as clueless
as fate can scriptAnyone have an old dog?
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