She was a smart
good looking dog
The great thing
about my dad
is all he ever needed
was a pencil
Houses on hills
beside trees
in the town of Erin
you built Sconfinato
with your cousin
She would watch you
watching her
until you looked away
for a second
she was patient
and then she would run
all the way to a swamp
beside the highway
with Finn
He’s a simple man
with a huge
imagination
At my grandmother's house
his father built
in Brookfield
on a Sunday afternoon watching the
Green Bay Packers
A modern building
blending into the rocks
and the sky
I’m going to miss that dog
he said when she died
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