Taylor Graham
Accidental Puppy for Loki Born blind into the puppy-dark. First to escape the whelping-box. Her littermates moved on to new homes; she was passed over, learning life by teeth and bark; then sold, and soon returned. Too much, too smart, too hard. How did we chance to find her, or she us? Sheer accident. This morning she pulls me at the end of a leash, down steps of an unfamiliar city, into April springlight. Up 13th Street, startling at her own reflection in glass; showing me the scent of white begonias; adventuring sidewalk, as strangers debark from sighing buses. Bark. Greeting? Accident creating our new world.
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