The Old Dog Moves On

Al Montesi

Hes really not slumbering
As he would want us to believe.
Hes still here.
And there.
And in our memories
Churning out poems, piles of papers, books,
lectures, and profound concepts.

If you listen you can detect a faint elfish chuckle,
See the twinkle in the eye of a stranger
And swear that its him,
Taking over someone else for a fleeting moment.

There may be a stone in Memphis (by way of Ancona)
That notes a beginning and an ending.
Listen: sometimes the wind seems to whisper,
The old dog is moving on,
Ill see you later…

Anthony J Summers 12/2006

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