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Jimmy Broccoli

Me and the Dog - We Die Together

Updated: Jul 18

We lay in each other’s arms – or, rather – my human arms weave through his perfect doggy legs, tenderly as we rest -

After a run and after a fun day of playing ball in the tall-bladed meadows that appear endless

as they stretch in front of our lives –

The omnipresent illustrator draws us with colored pencils and with appropriate shadowing –

The visual explosions of love and experience

– and commitment between man & dog –

It requires precision and an attention to detail to capture it accurately

 

We lay together, as it is the last day of Autumn

 

His favorite ball is my favorite ball –

Fetch is a game that does not end until I become too tired to throw the ball –

until recently –

He’ll wag his tail excitedly through the lilies, the chrysanthemums, and the orchids –

until he finds it necessary to give the ball a rest

… His breathing is becoming labored – and I know what this means

 

His head, then, rests peacefully upon my leg as we sit on our porch and watch the sun set behind the pulchritudinous mountains –

It is setting beautifully – the yellows and the oranges bleed into the moments -delicately extinguishing the piercing blues of daytime

 

We watch the sunset together

 

The fireflies dance magnificently this evening –

their brief and electric lights eclipse the shadows of the bushes, and the trees, and the low-hanging air that surrounds us –

Their playfulness brings the visual entertainment –

As my dog and I listen to the elegantly predictable symphony of the cicadas –

They vibrate their muscles – playing their instruments - for us as we watch the fireflies dance

 

Together, we watch the fireflies and listen to the cicadas

And, everything is as it should be

____

 

Inside – the wall clock falls upon the wooden floor beneath -

We don’t see it

We don’t hear it

We don’t know it fell

 

Because we are not listening for it to fall

 

The almond blossoms are withering, and I pay them no mind

____

 

His white face and increasing arthritis tells me his time is limited

My white hair and wrinkling skin tells me I am no different

Together we live, and we love, and we play, and we lay woven in each other’s arms and perfect doggy legs – and we breathe –

 

until the day we no longer do



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