What shall I
do?
When I pick up the broom
he leaves the room.
When I fuss
with kindling he
runs for the yard.
Then he's
back, and we
hug for a long time.
In his
low-to-the-ground chest
Then I rub his
shoulders and
kiss his feet
and fondle his
long hound ears.
Benny, I say,
don't
worry. I also know the way
the old life haunts the new.
'Benjamin, who came from Who Knows Where'
Mary Oliver, 'Dog Songs'
Mary Oliver, 'Dog Songs'
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