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when my dog Lucky met Chase
when Lucky met Chase
they rolled in the hay
it was one of those
where you been! there you are! days
born in the same barn
me I'm always looking
for that friend
and sometimes believe I've found them
falling in love loosing my heart
she let me believe that she welcomed my courtship
ah with the intimacy of cats and babies.
she was "so cute" "exactly"
and I saw all my life as a tempering
for the butterfly heart
the webbing between the cat's toes
if this is home I'm healed
why would the spirits send such signs
if she weren't mine
when Lucky met Chase
down on the boardwalk
they had their "pronto" moment
they nuzzled they rolled
they there you are corazon
there you are dear
they've met again twice since
Lucky and Chase
they've sniffed and wagged and walked
arriving at her door
I'd wondered each time
what reality would meet me
is she that good friend of mine
oh webbing between cat's toes
and I dreamed baby knows
everything
here's everything
but wait
wait at the gate
walking my dogs, that's Lucky and Rita, walking the dogs through the quarry,
the meadow space, they hunt mice. It seems the mice sometimes make their
nests at the surface. The dogs wag their tails enthusiastically as they
pull the nests apart, and sometimes snack on babies. Then I'll avoid the
quarry for a few weeks. I'm not heartless.
yeah I'm angry of course
I feel teased by promise on promise
I do try to wait on the measure
of my September days
grateful but I'm bitter
the decades run
I thought she was my Chase
babe whose going
to fill your book
that was the gold ring
grab it
darn
walking the dogs in the quarry
meadow
again waiting her call
one more hello
goodbye
not her dude her dupe
so I'll leave her with my love
my flowers and my CDs
I'm back in the quarry arguing
with fate.
my life is little things
and I'm not enjoying the little things right
Rita my beagle's cuteness
Lucky my blue healer's smile
these things must now suffice
my heart has hardened since last night.
we've come to hunt the little mice
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