They are such
difficult flowers,
hothouse orchids,
we water with care;
they love at our mercy.
Though strong and beautiful,
fiercely loyal, they cannot stay.
They arrive full of belonging, and
willingness to trade some of their nature,
to stake a large claim to a small piece of ours.
All dogs leave too soon; and join the growing lines
of hieroglyphics, scrawled in the arcane tombs of our love.
For Cheryl W.'s Bugsy, and in memory of all the dogs I have loved


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I do not know what I would do when mine are gone!!
Atticus -
/brilliant\
of hieroglyphics, scrawled in the arcane tombs of our love."
These two lines are amazing...I am finding I want more to go with these two lines.
I agree with R. Ellen's comment.
And Love the shape.
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BTW - I got your e-mail. I'm sorry not to have responded. Just got busy (as hell). I didn't get the pictures you sent. I still have to reduce the file size in order to send any of them.
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I will send Egyptology when I get home; it's no longer on Gather, since it's supposed to be published this fall!
in each flower, dog, word ....that you gift your heartvoice to nurture.
How gentle, sad, wise, attentive and beautifully expansive .......these shared breaths
that bring your hierogyphics back to cherish the lives that were so treasured, they needed to be inscribed for posterity.