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Driven Memories: Howling Dog
Driven memories
Back
To the now
That isn’t any more........
As a child
In the blue-dark London night,
On a car roof by my bedroom window,
A dog howled liftingly,
Split jaws snapping my sleep.
Sick so young,
That already a dog cried Death
Over my bed and murdered sleep?
I hid in the safe-cave under the blanket
And waited for corruption.
poem
by
Roy William Gotaas
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