Autumnal
By bosch
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1.The beautiful, clear, human
Eyes... again I see
The gray velvet Weimaraner,
A young dog gracefully
Cutting across a pasture,
On down a bare hill,
Ino the street my wife and I
Rented on, when first
Married. Zigging playfully,
He hit the asphalt,
And was blindsided by a car
That never slowed.
Eyes of the oddest color,
Filled with light, went shut,
On a fall afternoon,
Now fifteen years remote.
2.A childhood friend's
Mother has died. A pain
In her side in August,
Dead this first of November.
My Mother calls,
Feeling I should call
Rebecca. Since twelve
We haven't spoken.
She, a pretty, red-haired girl,
Virginia's little girl,
Who played kissing games
With Edna's little boy,
And no one was old
And no one was sick
And life stretched forever
Benignly forward.
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