a free verse poem Remington “Remy” Cornelius snuggled up next to Jernee’s pillow in what is now… his favorite chair. Photo Credit: Tremaine L. Loadholt hawk’s eyes on mybackRemy stares at mymoving bodysnuggled next toJernee has he connected withthe spirit of my deaddogdoes he know…she must be speakingwords of wisdom toher younger long-lostcousin“keep an eye on her,will you?she gets afraidsometimes—doesn’twant anyone toknow.” he’s following instructionsdoesn’t shield his starewatches peacefullyfrom her hold Originally published via Substack Notes.
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