Lazenby
keep thinking
about him
out there
in that pasture
all alone
praying
his last
how he won’t
be there
Christmas morning
when his grandkids
undo the ribbon
how he won’t
get to taste all the treats
his wife made
or be there
to hear his kids talk
to ask ‘em how they’re doing
or to answer the doorbell
or the phone
or somebody’s wish
how he won’t
be driving around
in his truck
over the 2-lane bridge
on 2nd Avenue
that maroon truck
his dog knew
so well
TL