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Skiing With The Dog

Jessie worked her snout in the snowtent
of a pine sapling just off the trail.
“Don’t eat the hemlock, you’ll wind up like Socrates,”
I said like a fool. Like Socrates would live
today, absent poison. As if the damned
short-lived dog would come to other end
than ending. In any case it was a pine.

And Jessie just the color
of the beech leaves
still well-attached
in January.