Mira took this picture yesterday. Dusty loves to go for a ride!!!Talking to grief
Ah, grief, I should not treat you
like a homeless dog
who comes to the back door
for a crust, for a meatless bone.
I should trust you.
I should coax you
into the house and give you
your own corner,
a worn mat to lie on,
your own water dish.
You think I don't know
you've been living under my porch.
You long for your real place
to be readied before winter comes.
You need your name, your collar and tag.
You need the right to warn off intruders,
to consider my house your own
and me your person and yourself my own dog.
-- Denise Levertov
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