Tag Archives: Sydney

And Then There Were None

They’re boarding up the cathouse on our street. These sixteen years the institution’s thrived, Enshrouded now in fog borne on the feet Of she from whom the nickname was derived. A passerby no whisker would have turned; It looked to … Continue reading

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Writing Through Good-bye

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Melbourne Blue

They’re smacking tennis balls with sticks Down under. What am I do? A year past learning old-dog tricks, You’ve left me, and I’m Melbourne blue. In days gone by the court shone green In January’s summer sun; This year, the … Continue reading

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Are You Going To Finish That?

It seems I mostly note my lack Of dog when I prepare a snack. Syd had a most exquisite sense Of how to beg without offense: She wouldn’t whine or make a fuss, She’d simply sit, like, Look at us, … Continue reading

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Sweet Dream

You thump your tail as I walk in; It’s nice to see you, too, my friend. So glad to have you back again! …at least until I wake. The end.

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Down At Heel

When Sydney was small My size 12 running shoe Was a thing she could sleep in And–once or twice–chew. When Sydney was young I’d slip on my size 12s And together we’d ramble For miles by ourselves. When Sydney was … Continue reading

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On Glimpsing A Year-Old Photo Out Of The Corner Of My Eye

Wanted: Solid dog to squeeze Whose head rests on my shoulder, please.

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