Coming Back from the Vet

The dog looks at us with eyes
full of questions he can’t ask
and we can’t answer.
He noses the empty carrier.
He licks our hands.

Eighteen years is a good run for a cat.
She spent her last days sleeping on a towel
on the heated bathroom floor.
I’ve put it in the hamper to be washed.
He searches the house in the middle of the night.

Broadband
1998-2016

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