The Dogs

The night is round and the dogs are round.
The two roundnesses are one
So a dog sees the moon 
When you turn off the light in a hallway
Or when he follows you as you’re searching 
For lost keys or even a single word.
A dog’s eyes say we made it through the winter
And we traveled on the back of round
Though you my friend did not always know. 
Each man or woman may forget
Then rediscover the moon. 

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Author: stevekuusisto

Poet, Essayist, Blogger, Journalist, Memoirist, Disability Rights Advocate, Public Speaker, Professor, Syracuse University

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