Ivy
I like to believe
you’d come back.
That given
the chance
to run
your paws
would bound
through
backyards
between
houses
pause for
sprinklers
play with
the golden
doodle
around
the corner
the farthest
you’d go
without me
before you
remember
peanut butter
spoonfuls
snuggles
sleeping
in bed
and Abra’s
ten-year-old
voice calling
your name–
I like to believe
you’d come home.
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Loving the line structure here!
💙
Poignant, like Inge’s “Come Back, Little Sheba.”
The rhythm and pace work well
I miss Ivy now