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APRIL 15TH, 1998, BINDA RUNNING FORWARD
Binda running forward, that tiny body is stupid joy that makes me weep, he came back to wait for me because he loved me, his long tongue hanging down, I think he is the only thing that has truly ever loved me in the world, he came towards me and I held my arms out, I could always trust him to love me, I saw the great windy Wombat Forest surrounding us and the rain pouring down its mist and near to frozen sprinkles through the trees, we were two tiny specks connecting, it was so small an experience from an overall perspective that it was like two raindrops crashing into each other, the difference was that the dog and I had the intention to connect, whereas rain only travels in the one direction and meets by chance, I wonder if the wind blows the strips of rain together into ropes that fall down into the ferny ground of the forest floor, binda now runs as if to leap into my arms, but he doesn't do it, the enthusiasm is leaping from his broad and happy face, thick-set neck and head, he is the closest thing you'll get to a dog smiling, his smile covers the horizon of his face, his cold weather eyes twinkling with love, the universe is beautiful and tragic at this moment, it would be the great disappointment if he ran towards me and then missed me for some reason, like on those movies where the two lovers run past each other, or one falls down into a ditch, there is in him a dog who lives to be a dog, his next eight years of life will be really living in him, we love each other, that will never die, as long as I live here. |
