Moe's Meats

For Kinley – a poem

your eternal spiritmoves swiftlike ridgeson the hunt to prowl aroundone last timeon your porchwhere you taught me to romptrack fliesand scare childreninto thinking i was as meanas my looksand not justa 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