Curiously, I thought of writing this even before I saw Max's dog poem
this morning. Signs, anyone?
THE FIELD
(for Ginny's Beckett, 1990-2002)
Last night,
waiting for sleep,
you came to me,
and I saw you as I never did,
a greyhound loosed
to race across a field,
quivering with knowing
your owner heard your inner call
to let slip the dog of peace,
to cut your bonds, your bounds,
to come now past your life
perhaps for me,
to show me joy.
Ken/2-16-05
--
Kenneth Wolman
Proposal Development Department
Room SW334
Sarnoff Corporation
609-734-2538
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