“Intersection”
It is as if you summon them both,
Calling them
both.
The car
Comes around the corner
or
plummets down the hill
or
appears from nowhere
just as she crosses the road
highway
street
boulevard
route
avenue
and
they
Intersect…
And
It is gone.
She is gone.
The Emma I had is not here.
She will never be
My wild and stubborn
Child.
She is broken like a an overripe melon, bruised on the highway.
Dropped.
I scoop her up,
But she will never be,
Again,
Emma.
And it doesn’t seem to matter that
She weighs in at
42 pounds.
The weight is as heavy as if she were my dead sister.
3 comments:
I am so so very sorry J
Oh my I saw you yesterday and did not know. I am so sorry.
Just listening to you talk about Emma I know she was well loved.
Dear Jan & A:
Thanks so much. Yes, I did love her very much, more than I thought I would. It's been so long since I raised a puppy and she grew on me, around my heart.
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