who rescued who
(in a disclaimer before the poem
i pray tell am very much a sinner
though buoyed by Brie enough
to still hope a better me)
i tell her she knows every language
any human has ever spoken
that she is
an ancient one
trailing on
soul glow
doe eyes
piranha intent
a canine this time
round the eons
ghost cried
wind and rain
lap stuck
when thunder strikes
nose out the study window
sentry, sentinel, sentient
sure she was meant as such
to scent paint the night air
keeping watch
of memory
and where
we go low regard
it's not hard to see
or feel rather
how a rescue
can rescue thee
EJR ©
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