Dragoncrest Cliffs we'll be at orale by 3 pm friday.

he’s not to be put out
by the stern edge of her spine 
nor the barrier put up 
by words that could only come from a place
of bitter disappointment. 

cayetano puts down his paw
watching wordlessly as a green star
streaks across space
some ten billion miles away. 

she mentions being old —
i’m too young to give up that easily.
he winks to her back and gives her a nudge
all the same? he settles into her back
two bodies wedged spine to spine 
obviously, it wounds me greatly to hear this.
he looks to the star studded sky
and says to no one in particular:
i don’t think i’ll ever recover.