Wandering One
Poetry, essays, photos along the journey.
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
In the Dog Park
Brothers stand on a hill
Gray haired and tired
as they watch their labadors
wrestle and play.
Each remembers youth,
smiles, but says nothing
to the other.
What have we forgotten?
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