for my mother-in-law on the morning of her passing These leaves, white with winter, and those frozen, spiky cones, then, a cement barrier, marked “no trespassing,” protecting a broken dam– seagulls pay no mind to signs. On the side of the rough road, two frozen dandelions, still yellow, look ridiculously optimistic, as a horn beeps off a hoard of vultures blocking the street. They retreat, return, my Australian shepherd mix, on a long, long leash, gleefully chasing them away. Copyright Jan. 8, 2013 Katherine M. Gotthardt
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