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By the Time I Found You

Two dogs on a porch

Talking nonsense 

Animal sounds and infusions 

Of lustful wondering 


I turned red and then 

I turned to you


The graceful day of sitting

Lost of grace 

Demeaning 

All the same we stood

Sitting


Days and hours passed

Between a few places here and there

Mostly nowhere-

Oblivion


The dogs were fed

They came around every other day

So I could wash my hardened 

Book cover

Without growing rust over 

Their many lost paths


But the rain grew stale

Buckets in a row stacked-

Filled

The catch of it was not me


The graceful day of sitting

Came to us wrapped in blue

Only two months after ordering 

Paying extra for express

Shipping  


The dogs stayed away in fear 

Of fleas or perhaps

It was the medicine they gave 

Me


We held still long enough

To nearly not move

Smoking the flavor of watermelon 

Out of a water dispenser

Two dogs without owners


I turned red then 

I turned to you


We breathed mouth to mouth

Together

No life rejected


And I thought to myself

When we are young and 

Gray

This will be a lovely story to tell 

No one 

 

Retrogressing-

And I, your youthful fountain

With eyes wide open

Glassed over

By the time I found you

◄ BLIND

I Guess You Could Call Me Lucky ►

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James Roper

Mon 23rd Jun 2014 10:10

Comfortably forlorn and sweet.

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