dog leads me out back
with his lump ridden body
a cold gale-like rain
from the east
reaches out
dragging each of us
our marrow
our memories deeply frozen
other than tonight
these last days
have been warm
like the freedom
of a fallen leaf
the vet has described the inevitable
we turn into the wind
and it beats us again
this night
leaves no message
but dreams
--- e b bortz
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment