All That's Left

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All That’s Left

Words my dog taught me
shrink night down to a size
I can grasp with one hand
and no one is watching 
while my dog lies sleeping.

I hold free encounters
in the palm of my other hand.
They dance along the creases
mapping out multiple futures
and an unredeemed past.

Redemption is letting go
of those elastic souls.
They return to their original forms
mercurial with delight.
Then I toss night back

into its welcoming orbit.
The dog stirs in his sleep
projecting my many lives
onto the backs of my eyes.

All That’s Left

Words my dog taught me
shrink night down to a size
I can grasp with one hand.
With the other I reach out
to manipulate free encounters
that make the game worth playing
because no one is watching 
where my dog lies sleeping.