polyphony run run run! catch that leash loose runt running like a true farm ratter, sprung hill and avenue over and up back of old woman's old brick ivy mansion slumber. (what did she do all those rooms all alone?) crashed treeline in Sunday clothes, eyes trailing elm trickle glow: juke leaf and song after black and silver beard chasing sharp ears, fleet romping, dirt pitching paws-- clutch and tumble fur in arms, collar snagged and bounding down the hill together. (she'd roll wild in grass, bathe sun-stretched, deep and humbly stare in your eyes) Mom said you're on Tramadol and Ammy told me you spent the day watching birds from the porch, took a long walk, ran the field. (cancer of the liver, creeping with the chisel cracking figure into ground) One day I will put bread in my mouth go where I'm needed remember you.
second stanza at the very least needs edits but sending this off for now. peace.