Dogs home
it was not the word
envisaged when I got
the dog he was
a scruff all
breeds Heinzy
hung at the back door
smiling
manging on his bone
I could hear the
thumping
of that thick tail
hard on hot
concrete walk walk
walk ball ball ball
fuck my husband said
he’s a real parochial
dog isn’t he?
I broke the glass it slid on
blood and soapy
washing up
water evading pincer fingers
put the note inside my
head
get the locksmith
this one’s over.
Dear Kerri, I like this very much. Forgive me, but do you think it might benefit from one more stanza after the husband?
ReplyDeleteno forgive needed Rob, I love good eyes on what things need. I will look into it. xx
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