I, Remaining

Before there were any masters.
My master passed into beauty.

I am the dog, Remaining.

Now, again with each heartbeat
I search every thread of every ghost.

Every whisper. Every shadow.

And when I bark, calling my lost master.
Even the moon cries starwater tears.

Feb 20, 2013

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