Last

Connections made
all the difference
here to be settled.
This ship has been
sinking for too long
so to make the trek once
more from the top
of the list, through
Sugar Creek, then Fairmont,
Maywood and on toward a badge
of seventy-two steps,
going forward and looking back
sketching on recollection, I
slip downstairs, steep ones,
eleven of them with that concrete
wall on the left and the moon
over my right shoulder.
Always looking up and back
making sure its still there,
who is still there
not still there.
The ghost of a yellow lab
alternately leading, then
following through fog
the entire way.
Five corners to go,
cross for the third time
and finally the grasp of a
door handle... Goodbye.