Saturday, March 15, 2014

An Education


I know it's not true
but I wish the face behind
my beard was someone
else's or that there was
a ripe education near
the backyard apple
where we tie the dog
sometimes.

We must watch for her
that she doesn't knot
herself immobile.
Her tiny moan is so lost
when she gets caught like
that, like I get caught.
Who's going to untie me,
I demand to know -
all the good that does.

Sometimes the rain hits
the bluff so hard I swear it
seems all will shatter.

‎March ‎15, ‎2014 2:43 PM

4 comments:

The chicken crossed the road. That's poultry in motion.


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