my mongrel mind clasped at the divinity of the dog
yet feared the lurching bite,
the fear of teeth,
wandering mutt down a highway
under the sunset
with a twisted ankle
i gave you my heart,
and you awarded me with the sun
i gave you the moon
and you left me with none
i was homeless
and you gave me one
with your toothy smile
my hands gave her the bread
she gave me a small whimper and a smile
and sat with me for awhile
i felt helpless with her lumbering
and her broken paw
but both of our poems were orphans
writing with the melancholy in excess
