the stiff-legged dog still
wants to play and race
old bones, stretched
taut muscles like lightning
through molasses across
the yard like she tore up
the house as a puppy once
a white storm with black ears
and teeth she flinches
when I put the ointment on
the scrapes from falling, but
I think she knows I’m helping
her know I understand you
are not having fun if
you’re not getting hurt
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This Is Not a Literary Journal :: Inside of a Dog
James Brush is a teacher and writer who lives in Austin, TX. He tries to get outside as much as possible.
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