iPhone drawing based on old Pearl–meaning young Pearl–new pictures of her (18) don’t really do her justice
Early Morning Poem For Pearl
Sun winks gold pink
at the freeze’s peaked rim, every edge below
a ledge for white, all
snow-furred.
I hold the old dog, whitish,
also hinting pink. She trembles
even back in the house; heart sinks
in the holding.
In this stilled valley,
all that moves–the trembling dog,
the pinking light, my heart.
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55 words for Pearl (and also for the G-Man). She is nearly 18 1/2 and really getting decrepit. It is sad in ways that a person who’s not owned a dog may find difficult to fathom.
I post a picture of Pearl below though she looks terribly bedraggled. It is torturous to her to mess around too much with her grooming at this stage in her life.
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