Old Dog King

Old Dog King
By Taylor Graham

lies on the sofa reigning,
except he's on red and purple
pills now. He's passed a thin cup
of saline through his veins
and sent it streaming into a gray
February rain--world full
of puppy promises
no longer his. And yet,
he still can cock a blessing
into this bad weather.
Spring will come

while old dogs like gentle kings
wander off in their silver
splendor all alone. We tell
him "Good dog, stay."

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