my dog lies on the concrete patio
pink belly up
the fresh alabama sun cooking the air
draped solid over us like a wet blanket.
he is not part of my reality
he cares not for tardiness
or three-day-leg-stubble
or cleaning the lint trap.
i ache to be a part of his
pink belly up
only stirring to watch the children
play across the street.
May 26, 2014
May 26, 2014 at 8:42 PM UTC
my dog lies on the concrete patio
pink belly up
the fresh alabama sun cooking the air
draped solid over us like a wet blanket.
he is not part of my reality
he cares not for tardiness
or three-day-leg-stubble
or cleaning the lint trap.
i ache to be a part of his
pink belly up
only stirring to watch the children
play across the street.
