Saturday, January 11, 2003

the house quiets itself, the TV off one child asleep the other upstairs at last the night has fallen to me and my slender peace tap tappety tap on the keys
as I write this
the dog, though, still not at rest partially blind from milk blue cataracts
and partially deaf
she waits, impatient oh yes, she waits old age, her crutch and I wait as well for what we both expect will come this winter, perhaps

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