Companions

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Companions (see in Gallery / Store) | Image by Bruce Harris

This is the divide in the trail

where we go our separate ways

you into memory fully sprinting

coat shining chasing who knows what

into who knows where

and me still walking

into tomorrow where the leaves fall

and cover with snow

Maybe in the spring we can meet

and I’ll feel you at my feet again

the sharp bark to run free

not even a collar on and a

twinkle in your eye worthy

of any star

Those stars so far away

and present all the same

Or the galaxies within the forest ground

your dust sifting through my fingers

So many gone in my short life

coming up on sixty years

So many there running under

my soles and pulsing above

beyond the reach of my

all too-mortal hand