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Dog Epithalamion

By Jackson Holbert From Issue No. 2

1.

Your river My river
Your bone My bone

2.

In the long afternoons of my youth I wandered from hill to hill searching for flowers.

3.

I am here to say that through the snows of February your body was my only warmth.

4.

I will not hide among meanings anymore. I will speak of colors. Your blood on the snow. My father’s dark fur.

5.

Sometimes, as the day ends, I think of you and wag my tail.

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