September 1(2). Coffee Pot. 860, 311
Geraniums, African Daisies, Puzzle Piece...2,815,020
J. brought the pandemic rescue puppies over. They were skinny and sick but overjoyed to poke around in the geraniums. The little one brought me a puzzle piece. Who knows how long that little bit of cardboard had been under the front porch. It was from a puzzle of the zodiac that my mother used to bring out on long snowy nights in the seventies, and we would piece together our zodiac signs. Transported in a shoe box, that puzzle went from the east to west coast, and then down the Pacific shoreline to me, and I haven't thought about it since my father died in 2014. I choose this puppy, the puzzle piece safe in his soft mouth, who brings me a gift of memory, the return of something lost.
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