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The dog is a blue angel. If he was human we would marry tomorrow.
I slobbered on the old tennis ball that was thrown to me. I worried it
into fabric submission. Beside me he chewed on an old nylon bone
and rolled across my odd sock. His legs thrown into the sky like
a fountain gushing from a spring. Fresh water, I wept.  Yesterday
his heart  murmured like a haunted field. He stood dumfounded
on the quiet edge of a black pond. A child is about to drown.
His reflection was a reed. I sobbed into his tiny bony chest. We
both knew that he would be vulnerable. Many angels who take
little dogs away are standing at the borders on the lily pads. We
close our eyes together. He lies across my breasts, the beautiful
solid head. He is my heartbeat, I will give to his life, donate my organ.
I am the motherhood of all good dogs.

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