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Ghost Dog

Yesterday on my dead leaf walk beneath bare branches
 
A ghost dog held my heel close, matched his paw fall to my russet step
 
Warm breathed my hand and paced my inner thought
 
Black nose fleeting glanced and sidled, by my eyes periphery
 
Shadow falling over mine, four legs blurring lines
 
Tail stirring the dust of dogs left here in this heart

(2013)

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