something new to write about

I was going to write
about
my old dog,
the humor in him,
how it was love and hate
from the start,
the death of him
which broke my heart.

and then changed my mind.

maybe i'll write about
the old house,
the childhood home in the hood,
the battling parents,
the paper route,
the sixties coming to an
end
with assassinations and war,
or
the old girl friend,
throw twenty names into a basket
and pick one out,
or
the ex wife, perhaps,
which one, they're adding up,
or maybe old friends
that have come and gone,
and the handful that
still remain,
no.

maybe i'll write about
something new.
something I know nothing
about. i'll sleep on it.
see what comes up.