Small Conceits

Musings. Stories. Poems. From where I stand.

Rehearsal Round

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Curl into the moonlight
and practice not giving voice.

Walk away from the dish
and practice not tasting food.

Lie still on the cushion
and practice not waking up.

Crawl under the bushes
and practice not being found.

Stretch out to full length
and practice stiffening up.

And, oh, this last aching effort:
Feel her hands in my fur
and lift my gaze to the eyes
that have held me and loved me and healed me

and practice not seeing her cry.

My dog, Coyote, gazing at me

Author: Denise

I'm Denise. I believe that stories lurk in all the tiny moments that make up our everyday lives. They wait, curled into themselves, until someone finds them and jailbreaks them, leading them out into the light. And there's always a story.

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