Ballerinas / Soledad square

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Homage to Maverick

I only met him three or four times,
Plenty Abell Bright Star (Maverick)
when I heard the old setter died
my heart ached
for a being

so beautiful ─

in silken, long, curly, black coat
and gold fringed feathers

spitting image of my sweet boy ─

Maverick’s issue,
whose dark eyes can see your soul
and almost no one passes on the street
without a look

of amazement
and joy

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