Great Regulars: Maybe you have to be a poet

to get away with sniffing the paws of a dog, and I have sniffed the paws of all of mine, which almost always smell like hayfields in sunlight. Here Jane Varley, who lives in Ohio, offers us a touching last moment with a dear friend.

Packing the Car for Our Western Camping Trip

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 314

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