When I come in from the garage
\nthe dog’s look asks,
\n“Where is she?”
\nGone, I say, she’s gone.
\nHe stands at the door
\nhead tilted, he listens
\nfor you.
\nI open the door
\nand he walks around the car
\npausing to look up into the
\nwindows on both sides.
\n“Where is she?”<\/p>\n
All night he sits by the window
\nrising up at any sound
\nhe looks and waits
\nfor your return.<\/p>\n
And I am there beside him 6\/19\/2004<\/small><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" When I come in from the garage the dog’s look asks, “Where is she?” Gone, I say, she’s gone. He stands at the door head tilted, he listens for you. I open the door and he walks around the car pausing to look up into the windows on both sides. “Where is she?” All night … Continue reading Where Is She?<\/span>
\nsharing his hope
\nfor your return.
\nWhere is she? mjh<\/sub><\/em><\/p>\n