Saturday, December 16, 2017


I fumble with the collar, hands shaking.
The eagerness of the dog is my friend.
Down familiar streets,
I try to walk with my relationship around my ankles.
The dog shows me around.

Today the maple leaves have curled into crowns,
A hummer preens on the highest twig,
Puddles collect a flow of glimpses from the garden.
Tomorrow joins yesterday in retreat, Now wins the day.
And just in time.

My face tightened with pain, my heart shrunk, my ears burned
From the harshness of minutes before
In the past, where I am from.

I would despair
Were I not here

pubbed in UMM Binnacle Ultrashorts 2016

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