My chocolate labrador, Kona,
follows me through the hallway
and up the oak-rimmed staircase;
it is a daily ritual we share.
She is my dark shadow, brown silhouette
in a painted house of beige walls
and white, stoic doors.
She lies near me on the floor
as I sit in bed barefoot
reading poems about clouds, birds,
and the patterns of creek stones.
There is only silence between us;
an unspoken solitude comprised of
sighs and tender glances.
Her soft green eyes a lantern
glowing peridot, dragonfly light.
I am content in this quiet gathering.
She is curled inward like my thoughts;
tame yet feral in nature. I close my eyes,
anticipate the unraveling that's to come.
* Published in The Blue Hour, 2013
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