There are all sorts of life in strife

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