mns  2006-10-01 19:27   

Today I saw the last ship sail from Troy
white sheets stretched into the wind
one last time brown-speckled streamlined
on life's pebbled edge.

What is left when the fires are gone?
A Troy where light extinguished
memory flow in darkness,
laughter running wave-ebbed beach.

We pass in the night, time-locked, airborne
our spirits touching, love bound us all
one distant bark
the horizon flatlines into dust.

This is my goodbye poem to Poppy, the world's most wonderful dog.