REMEMBERING SAM

                          What's with you today?
                                 Pest!
                          Stop climbing on my chair!
                          Stepping on my feet!
                          I'm busy!
                          I'm trying to write a poem.
                          I give in,
                          But not completely.
                          I write with one hand
                          And stroke you
                          With the other,
                          As you rest your beard
                          Against my arm
                          And look
                          Beseechingly
                          Into my eyes.
                          My Sam
                          My little schnauzer.
                          Enough!
                          SAM,
                          GET THE BALL!

                                        Spring, 1980

~SigCity~

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