Healer
A micro poem.
Published in
Nov 8, 2020
I grabbed my dog’s paw, patting her wrinkled cheek
As he entered the television.
“A healer,” I said, scratching her upturned belly,
Watching history unfold.
I grabbed my dog’s paw, patting her wrinkled cheek
As he entered the television.
“A healer,” I said, scratching her upturned belly,
Watching history unfold.
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