March 8, 2010
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Beneath silent stars
Tyler’s small brown dog
darts into the night.

We lay back on the hood of his rusted Chevy,
and surround ourselves
with old pine trees and January air.

Letting out a high-pitched bark,
Brownie plays under the moon,
happily free from his leash.

As we search the sky for patterns,
his glossy voice tells me everything;
his thoughts, and dreams.

I trace my fingers through Brownies warm fur,
as he sleeps next to me.

I grow tired of the midnight sky.
We leave the familiar park
to dissolve in our past.

Memories of our simple friendship;
fade into a single night,
never daring to guide us apart.

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