Abby Shenker

Dog Kisses

You, a wide and flat tongue with little black patches
Are the expression of a dog’s love,
And a dog’s excitement,
And her loyalty,
And her strength.
When I was sailing down the street on my first bike
She was galloping along side, through the canyons of snow.
You were a flag, flapping proudly in the wind.
When the door flew open, that beast flew out. She bolted to the end of the driveway
Then paused
To look over her shoulder- making sure that I pursued.
She took a few more playful strides before letting me grasp her collar.
Your rough, wet face greeted me as a slobbery kiss.
When my elderly puppy was laying limp
Tubes coming in and going out of her
She does not lift her head. I bend down, putting my face next to hers.
With all that she has, she smacks her mouth- like a wash cloth
Dipped in warm water, you wiped the dried tears from my cheeks.
Limping slowly to the car, you emerge from your wet cave
Entirely, and wave bravely in the breeze.


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