September 9, 2015

Don Kimball

BURIAL FOR A STRAY

for B.B.

Two dogs and a cat who knew you best
came by and sat as I dug a hole.
Azaleas bloom there where you rest.
Two dogs, a cat, who knew you best,
keep vigil here: at whose behest?
Torn ear, one eye: life takes its toll.
Two dogs and a cat who knew you best
Came by and sat. I dug the hole.

from Rattle #48, Summer 2015

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Don Kimball: “I never decided to be a poet. My degrees are in English and philosophy and a master’s in social work. I spent many years learning why people do the things they do and how I might be helpful. In the mid-’90s, I started writing poems on a whim, and, luckily for me, found others willing to teach me what I needed to know—and I’ve never stopped.” (website)