Poetry · Writing

Forever Stamp

The hounds holler

with each increasing step.

He walked with less vigor

each second

threatened a dramatic run down.

He carried a piece of me

with no timely future.

Eyes fixated

the hounds echo

their brothers join

and I’ll wait.

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