Return

I feel like the dog in this photo right now. Ay, to watch a thing get smaller and smaller as it floats away towards the horizon. I know, as this dog must know by now, that the boat is coming back. But even so…this day, sure as the setting sun, will never return.

Damn I wish I could find that short little poem by Joy Harjo about home. It would be the bone I throw this dog.

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