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Nov 20 MAG

By Anonymous

   as i stand in the november cold night

my breath before me, tears in my eyes

i lean my back on a basketball pole

(and standing as a mushroom under tree)

look thru bare branches to clear stars

on ray's fourth birthday he is trotting

around, back legs flexed, tail out

on the ground but also in the sky, upside down

the same white vapors we pass around

my hands are chapped as his paws - i am glad

we understand.





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