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Dog barks, dropping the curtain
on my midnight matinée
Sunrise brings with it dawning
His magic lingers outside my kitchen door
His resonance on a penny I pick up
by the garden gate
Time's carriage dulls not the ken
of his forlorn countenance
as he waved goodbye
Dare I entertain hope that
the wind walks him back to me
Is he here now
He feels closer than my own breath
