Monday, August 29, 2016


Yellow dog, you're the last I'll have
Who remembers my father.
No reason now for me to rise
When all the world sleeps
Put on my hat and coat
And see what clouds and stars
Have made of the sky.
I suppose I'll get to eat
The last bite of my supper
I’ll pause though, knowing
You've still some claim to it.

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