Alone, Jack Gilbert

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Alone
Jack Gilbert

I never thought Michiko would come back
after she died. But if she did, I knew
it would be as a lady in a long white dress.
It is strange that she has returned
as somebody's dalmatian. I meet
the man walking her on a leash
almost every week. He says good morning
and I stoop down to calm her. He said
once that she was never like that with
other people. Sometimes she is tethered
on the lawn when I go by. If nobody
is around, I sit on the grass. When she
finally quiets, she puts her head in my lap
and we watch each other's eyes as I whisper
in her soft ears. She cares nothing about
the mystery. She likes it best when
I touch her head and tell her small
things about my days and our friends.
That makes her happy the way it always did.

Comments

[synecdoche.livejournal.com]

I love this.

[tokio.livejournal.com]

That's very sweet.

I always wonder about this kind of thing.

[heddychaa.livejournal.com]

How honest and sad.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_chibiface/]

These poems about Michiko break my heart every time.

[thegreatxavier.livejournal.com]

wonderful

[writtenbyhand.livejournal.com]

I think I needed this today. Thank you.