craig-byrd
American
Craig Norris Byrd spent most of his formative years in the Gila forest region of southwestern New Mexico. He was encouraged to pursue creative writing as an adolescent, also pursuing studies in dance, music and theatre. / He free-lanced as a stage professional for a number of years, lighting and stage managing all types of shows in all types of venues. He managed the production of tours and shows for dance, opera and theatre companies, all the while keeping his artistic fire burning by studying modern, ballet and ballroom dance. / He holds a Masters Certification in Music Business and Technology from Berklee College of Music, and has re-located back to New Mexico to pursue a full time career in the entertainment industry. He has completed four volumes of poetry, Cheap Verse 1997, Thought in Love 1999, Delinqent Vows 2002 and Fragments of Imagination 2007.
It was a good pup, running in front of traffic;
hungry, terrified, a slight breed with big eyes.
It's ears perked straight at my whistle between car horns.
It came when I squatted to the sidewalk along the park
on that early weekend morning I had danced til three.
It had a collar with the tags gone.
It sat at command barely able to contain
It's joy at obedience.
It wagged Its tail, wanted to leap
but sat again when I said "no".
I scratched It's neck,
patted It's head,
calmed It a bit.
It was in need of affection so badly,
It followed me a while,
long enough to let me worry
It wouldn't go away.
I could imagine It waiting at the door to my apartment
when I awoke about noon.
Then It was gone.
I couldn't wash It's smell
from my hands for at least three days.
It must have been ***** in heat.
Feb 27, 2010
Feb 27, 2010 at 3:56 PM UTC