There’s a Ball under the Couch.
There’s a ball under the couch
no one’s played with it for weeks
his absence is a shadow
in this home sweet home
but your shadow is not gray
it is golden
with warm memories of Spring-green parks
and swims in waters
and yelps in recognition of friends
and cozy curled naps in spots of sunshine
and always following us around the house
and scratches behind ears and
and chasing that ball as it ricochets against the wall…out into the wide grass…
…only this time you never bounded back.
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