posted by Michele
little eyes
two coffees to go
to Maungauika above us
the golden bee of the sun
between us the basket its blanket
and your sleeping head little dog
you loved this hill its spiral road
and the grass ghosts singing
in our ears now you are still
and everything familiar is still
aching except that black dot
on the horizon no longer old
and free at last of the slow
obscenity lymphoma
delivered into your trusting body
last night you fell at my feet
and I knew it was over little dog
you slept one last time
and then we woke you one last time
there is much to say up here
on the hill watching you
get further and further away
a frangipani blossom
and a white ginger flower
we will put you into the ground
between the avocado and the titoki
where you stuck your nose
every morning
into the leaves and snorted for joy
white ginger and frangipani
go with you last things a shot
of cat food and your head
in my hands love uncloses your eyes
and you see clearly again little dog
chasing the golden bee of the sun
yes run over that valley
and chase the birds into the sky
Image: Michele and Pearl, January 2009.
Photo credit: Robbie Duncan
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