Golden

I open the door,
squinting in sunlight,
wrinkled eyes resemble cracks
in the path that Wilson
is already running down,
golden coat flowing
like wind through
surrounding fields.

We catch our breath
beneath a willow;
I count clouds while
he sniffs the breeze.

"My furry friend,
I'm sorry I chose to leave.
I've left a place for you
in all the dreams I weave."

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