A Small Victory after Chemo
Leash in hand, I trot
beside you as we make
our daily visit to the mail box.
You lean into the leash,
my protector, my friend,
as if to say: Hurry.
Heat bakes our bones;
breeze tickles our ears
a girl and a terrier
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