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01 - 8/21/2023

I Imagine

You appear, appear first in my sight;
Then a glimmer, passing only, only on my right.

I imagine, yes imagine your thoughts of me;
What are they, what can they be?

I search, oh I search for clues;
Yet I find nothing, nothing of you.

I call, I do call your name;
You hear, but hear only Rue Jean de la Fontaine.

I run, run away, forward towards you;
Still, missing roads anew.

I swim, though drowning, swim for you;
But away I drift, the current strong,
No more thoughts of me,
to you belong.

You appear, appear again, but only in the night;
So I try, try, but with less than my might.

With relentless thoughts of doubt,
You fade, oh my dear, you do fade out.

02 - 8/28/2023

Augustus Gustafson

Gus, my furry friend, where are you?
Where have you gone?
I am looking for you now, in Oregon.

Your howl sings like the gray wolf, and calls the wild within.
Yet I miss your playful gait and your commanding bark.
Even the trail you must always mark;

You tell me you love me by your canine kisses,
Thinking I don’t already know.
But you need not, for I see in your eyes what you bestow.

You selflessly protect the innocent, shielding her pain.
Rendered weak I pause, left only with a melted heart.
Gallantly, you so well have done your part.

You know no malice.
With humility you accept my scold,
Now winter is approaching, we are both old.

Though you are lifeless now,
I keep you with me, refusing to let you go.
Until it is time for me to also go.

I remember now your kind heart, your furry coat warms my soul.
I imagine you there at my feet,
Snug, and content you sleep.

Old Alpha, your life was so short.
How then am I to proceed?
Does God know I miss you, that it’s you I need?

03 - December 2023

Disappearances

I visit the abyss in my youth
Depths known only to me.
I visit again with my years
Now darkness with greater depth, and I cannot see.

An angel appears, but only four years
I offend her, yet she saves my sole.
Then leaving only loneliness, at least 40 years
It’s my wonder the angel stole.

Alone, scared, I turn to face death,
Surely to be devoured.
Where does my courage come from?
Light again shows through the showers.

Now at such depth, never to be seen again,
Then with a flash of lightning you appear.
Then gone, but not forgotten
You leave me at depth, engulfed in fear.