June 19th, 2021
Soft. Non Sticky. Soft and smooth like water or silk. Innermost thought on a page. Recorded in a journal. Reprinted on screen and in books. Black Dog. Leaving elementary school one day... No. It was a dream. WHEN I was in elementary school, (of which I have extremely vivid memories of), I dreamt about being at that same elementary school, out front in the open grass with a big black dog. I believe in the dream, it was a lab. But for the rest of my life until Kenai, I always wanted a big black 4-legged best friend. To play with, to sleep with, to ride in the car with, to ride my little John Boat (of which I thought I'd have at 16)-(never happened) with. Then there came Kenai. The wizard. The Seal. Tina. Keeny Weenies. Teeny Weenies. Oooooooohhhhhh Keeeeeeniiiiiieees... Singing his name to the tune of Fivel An American Tale (Near far? Beneath the pale moon light?) I don't recall the name. Even now, sitting in the backyard, (starting now, calling it the garden), he lies underneath