Day 66 of 100 Poems/100 Days

Canaan

The dog, alabaster white,
lies in the crook of his master’s body,
along his front curve.

As it dreams,
the boy rests on its belly, soft,
like the tattered cotton of his mother’s dress,
watching the sky migrate.

In the evening,
they chase after one another,
like perfect animals;
one the harness to the other’s saddle.

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