Dog Day
All dogs are born to sleep in the sun.
When the ground a blanket, green grasses pillows
When the spring breeze exhales
puff of dandelion that float for homes
for
hours intrinsic mystery in sun yellows set
All this and winter as dogs are tied
confined on cold concrete leashes
arthritis built like new houses laying on cold sweat
food dish has frozen foulness
that even dying blue jays would not steal
In their eyes you can see the urgency of speech
Day of the dog lays below the sun, never in evenfall
For trembling the howls of dog like creatures
stroke of midnight’s call
Fear the unwitnessed dog sleeping under no sun
Too many nights of stars awake
And the dog shrivels, however
Sun and dog in day trade fantasies and strength
The bond of each found in sleepy plum gardens
Where dog can hide a wind without fear of shadows swelling
poem by Christopher J. Grasso
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