My Dog, Dead 20061010-1200-Tuesday
winter
2005
there are all sorts of life in strife:
at the giant grocery store
there are among the banded and resigned lobsters
one whose claws remain in tension and
his stick-like antennae are in the up-raised position
there is a blackbird crossing the aisles
from dairy to bread
desperate to find his way out
at home
there is my dog struggling up the stairs
nervous as that self-same bird criss-crossing the grocery aisles