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Living in Negative Space


Chester, faithful for nearly seventeen years.

Monday we "put him down."

Its Friday.

Living without the click of his nails,

The old man cough,

a wrap-around hug at my knee.


I miss him most at night.

reaching out my hand

to pet his head,

whisper in his too-deaf ear

what a good boy he is and

before I head to bed

say, "Goodnight, Chester."

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