For Kinley – a poem
your eternal spirit
moves swift
like ridges
on the hunt
to prowl around
one last time
on your porch
where you taught me
to romp
track flies
and scare children
into thinking
i was as mean
as my looks
and not just
a puppy inside
Dedicated to my grandma, Kinley, whose spirit ascended from this rock over the rainbow bridge. I’ll be seeing you again and again….Satch
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