i used to ask
my dog
how can you bark
all day
sitting on
the bed, looking
out the window.
a cat, the mailman,
the neighbor
washing his car.
the woman
across the court
with curlers in her hair.
you bark and growl
at everyone.
what good is
it for you to bark
and bark
like you do. people
are complaining.
but he shrugs
his little shoulders
and smiles.
everything i've
learned, he says,
i've learned
from you.
my dog
how can you bark
all day
sitting on
the bed, looking
out the window.
a cat, the mailman,
the neighbor
washing his car.
the woman
across the court
with curlers in her hair.
you bark and growl
at everyone.
what good is
it for you to bark
and bark
like you do. people
are complaining.
but he shrugs
his little shoulders
and smiles.
everything i've
learned, he says,
i've learned
from you.
1 comment:
worthy of being published in your book of poetry...and exactly how long do i have to wait before i can get my autographed copy? time is a-tickin' and the days are growing shorter, so get with it! afterall, aren't you the one who judges your dates by the books on their shelves? subscribed blogs do not count, remember?
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