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Dogs 2017

CHILDHOOD'S END
(10/4/17)

I dream
of my parents

one
still living

the other
passed

in my dreams
I am always
an adult

acting

conversing
with them

as equals

even
in my sleep
I can no longer
imagine
being a child

yet I know
that I once
spoke

ran

jumped

for no reason
whatsoever

simply
to be speaking

to be moving

the actions
were all
so novel

so fun

now
they are only
done
as necessity
dictates

with little
joy
derived

perhaps
tonight
I shall find
a puddle
in which
to splash

as my
father

my mother

look upon
me

shaking
their heads
at figments
of mud

tracked upon
my disapproving
mind