Their pets are getting old and dying. After sneaking in and out. My name in Hebrew means Lily. They are poisonous to cats. She was a cat named Lily. Today, she was put to sleep. Today, I am burying her beneath the Rhododendron out front, pink, that I watered every summer at their house. Their dog, next. A sadness all around. I want this life to slow down, mean something.
The carpets are all cleaned but what does that mean? Who will care about it tomorrow? Why do I want to plant things, see them grow? Why does my life seem over, too, soon, as well? The young deer in the ditch. It had been hit, its guts beginning to stink. A rancher came over to talk about the hay, missing his wife. Now, his now-lady friend, a lovely woman, too, but still he cries about Deb, about Jake, his Border Collie, eight puppies from Jake, but still, not Jake.
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