Friday, June 7, 2013

2nd Selection, Second Quarter, 2013


It’s only a moment.

The struggle to breathe

thankfully ceases. The vet

folds a blanket over the now still,

flat body. It’s a red velour blanket.

He leaves her face uncovered. We stroke her hair and weep.

It’s a simple thing.

The soul of an animal, if any.

A small warmth touches me.

It is like a fragrance,

Like a soap bubble has burst; I feel its condensation, released to the air.

It is all around me.

It is centered on my heart.

It is warm.

Gradually it disperses.

--Deanna Hopper

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