enough is more than there was before...
She recounts trimming mold off cheese to be sold.
What lasts? Like archivists
we attempt a list of the eternal exist:
Rock. Rain. DNA chain…
Truth. Love. Undreamed-of
hatred. Sorrow. A need to borrow…
Less profound, the dog whirls around
as our voices rise, he increases his cries.
Dishes cram the sink, and we try to rethink
what we long for, in the silence explore
the rock that is truth, friends of our youth
welcoming of, the need for love:
rain that resolves.
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Running with the Dog (Atty)
PoesiaPerhaps it should read "walking" but that seldom happens. A series of dog poems in many forms: haiku, tanka, cinquain, haibun, pantoum, modern sonnet, sestina, free verse, glosa, and a rhyming poem.
