Boots

Boots I come up the stairs Headed for my bed Her open door and empty room Stare back A pair of winter boots Cowboy style with fur at the top Guard her door.. She has left three or four times before Moved out to make her mark on the world Stumbled hard a few times Returned Picked herself up And tried again. This is the first time she left Belly full of hope Elijah eight months on Across town with baby's dad To an apartment on the third floor Up steep stairs Short of money Struggling to get it right Once again My old dog sits on the steps Looking out the window each night Waiting for her to return to the pack.. It's been four days and he's worried. She's not been gone this long, For a long, long time. Roe November 2021