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The Drive 

Sitting in the car,

Looking out the window,

Jessie right beside me,

Her brown eyes

Looking to the floor.

 

Her brown coat

With spots of grey.

My father driving,

He looks to the mirror

At me, says nothing.

 

Buildings rush by,

Sidewalks blur

I rest my hand

On her paw

I can’t look at her.

 

The car stops.

I grab the end

Of the pink leash.

She hobbles out.

I say nothing.

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