empty street
and sky
the low bark
of a lonely
dog left
outside to
find his own
way home, or
be welcome
in somewhere
he doesn't
belong. a warm
a bed, a bowl
of food and
water. to just
make it past
this night
where the rain
won't end
it's cold
harsh hand.
Monday, May 17, 2010
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