Cell mate

The dog barked all night,
almost a grimace smile.
All doors locked twice.
The end of the
summer season

Against a humbled
mountain, I tried
to give it water –
and break the chains.
In dreams we venture.

Unable to touch,
and sad reflections
of my past.
I called for rescue.
All things are made new.

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