once upon a time
a dog that was already not young
bit me as i bathed him.
he struggled
and growled
and twisted
and turned –
the earth turned –
days
to years
and
an old dog lays down in warm water,
gently his old muscles relax
and stiff bones release a bit.
my hands once bitten
now trembling –
as i bite back the tears in my eyes.
oh, beautiful poem. love it. I sent you previously and inquire about your drawings, but now I see that they are illustrations of your poems.