the wind blows and crumples itself against home

a jet whines, winding down for landing
quiet night
the dog dying or not dying, eating or not eating, coaxing in each bite
open his mouth, throw in the pills, squirt the syringe to make him swallow

mending slowly or is that an illusion
and again tomorrow
i hope

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