Tailing that black dog them game trails very black night

In Lightfoot, Virginia
Those child-bearing days
That black dog and I rode them game trails out back, lights-free, blackout-drive
She led
I followed
Her dog tags click-clacked through the darkness
My only job was to listen
She’d beacon me unerringly them game trails
Those zero-percent-illumination, baby-shaking, blackout nights

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