June 7

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We passed a black dog
around the hairpin bend

and going up
it then descended

as if to follow us,
its owner having to call

and call. How rapt
those brown eyes,

the wet nose on the scents
about us. And how apt,

as whatever this is that is
trailing me these days,

even up these trails,
it is certainly dogged.

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