Flossy
She was beautiful, our lab of creamy white,
her black-rimmed eyes were trusting, puzzle-bright.
She’d kangaroo through grass in an unmown field,
she’d leap for balls and into cars. I have sealed
those memories in an album behind my eyes
wrapped in re-runs: vet injects and so she dies…
GREAT MINDS DISCUSS IDEAS
AVERAGE MINDS DISCUSS EVENTS
SMALL MINDS DISCUSS PEOPLE
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