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Elizabeth Cotton

The Black Dog

At times I didn’t even notice

the black dog trailing behind

lest I forget and be too content

he is quiet and out of the way

but perks up when I meet his eyes

barks when I acknowledge him

scaring me, but he keeps on.


There are no dogs allowed there

except for those who serve

and for once, I want to go

so I turn around to blame him

that his company is not worth

the restrictions, the frustrations

to tell him to go away, get lost.


Then I saw it—-

and let go of the leash.

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