{"id":353,"date":"2017-12-01T00:34:39","date_gmt":"2017-12-01T00:34:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writehanded.org\/poetry\/?p=353"},"modified":"2017-12-01T00:34:39","modified_gmt":"2017-12-01T00:34:39","slug":"houndsight","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writehanded.org\/poetry\/2017\/12\/01\/houndsight\/","title":{"rendered":"Houndsight"},"content":{"rendered":"

A poem for Ed<\/em><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The day we met, we walked<\/p>\n

along Wellington\u2019s southern coast,<\/p>\n

the dogs and the mountains<\/p>\n

in the distance ahead<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

we called<\/p>\n

for them \u2013 the dogs,<\/p>\n

maybe the mountains too<\/p>\n

each with faces full of secrets<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

the wind<\/p>\n

blanching our skin, carrying the sting<\/p>\n

of far-off snow, fresh tears<\/p>\n

clearing our eyes<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

they called<\/p>\n

for us \u2013 the dogs,<\/p>\n

to share a string<\/p>\n

of seaweed, a broken stick<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

they see things we don\u2019t<\/p>\n

find joy in small places<\/p>\n

I think they also<\/p>\n

see the mountains<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

maybe they know<\/p>\n

that the kindness of the man<\/p>\n

walking behind them<\/p>\n

is as big, and endless as the hills.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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