Knox And The Door Opens

I try to tell him

I won’t be gone long, but Knox

begs to come along. 

With a sad-eyed stare and a few 

small whimpers, he knocks 

me over with his heartfelt plea

and bounds out the door next to me.


This entry was posted in poetry.

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