Kerri Shying R # 601 - the tarry lapsang hours

already trying to do without
you    come the day   you
disappear   you linger
hung about the walls
the stupid days  of porch

the tarry lapsang    hours

spent   outwitting little dogs
nothing ventured  what’s to
gain from waiting   we all get
an end   pretending   makes
the compost   vain