Running after the red dog, 2000, acrylic and pen on paper,
exhibited as part of Works on paper at Marios in 2002
Crunching of boots,
pounding hearts,
panting, gasping,
each breath a billowing cloud,
through swirling snow.
We hardly see,
but the red dog is there,
always ahead,
our beacon,
leading us home.
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