dog in transit (april, 2010)
A dog, in transit
from one owner to the next.
He's hardly been fed;
But the youngest boy in
his old family
loved him
The dog is wary,
in his little box,
in the back of the van
He looks at every home
Every family, thinking
"which one's mine?"
Roads (march 2010)
Darling, let's keep moving
Though the cars broke and
You blamed me
Let's not regret a single mile
or take back any word
Maybe you can't tell,
but I understand
shh, speak quietly and carefully
Please, stop hurting me with
Your eyes, your lips
That which once gave me the purest peace
Darling, don't stop walking
I know your feet are blistered
Mine are too
If you were willing
I would carry you
I could love you again
The Ocean (august 2010)
I stood and spoke
but didn't Say
a word
I shut my mouth
and Heard
crashing waves
The pond
I swim in
is actually
The Ocean
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