Worth sharing – “Poem: The dog itself”

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The dog itself by Helen Farish

 

 

The dog itself

Memory rounds this up, breathless,
like the dog herding sheep
below the bedroom window:

dropped at my feet are smells –
wool in the rain, my aunt’s
cigarette smoked on the hoof,

gorse also, firs making green
(and what it all means,
that too has a smell).

Not forgetting the dog itself,
so pleased with its work,
I must pen it in quick.

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