could I guess
at my neighbor’s love?
her gentle petting
of her mixed-breed boxer
between Insta-views
the back and forth
of his head
how he nuzzles her
eager for more loving attention
she’s quick to give
reminding me
of my own, lost mixed-breed
how I delved my hands
deep in her rust-gray fur
savored her kisses
played in our squat backyard
took that terrible, final walk
so many years
how that pang of loss
still stings
this is what we carry
across our lives.
Sanaa pubtends over at dVerse Poets Pub today, where our Poetics is dedicated to Maggie Smith and conversational address.
The Pub is open! Come join us!
Frank J. Tassone 
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