Writing

The Dogs Assure Me

Posted on 06 Mar 2015

4 paragraphs • 75 words

The dogs assure me: There are volumes of meaning — Life and death — And time; Past, present, future — In the scent of a rotting fish left after the flood, Or a trace of scat, Or the coyote, long passed, But not everyone reads poetry. I'm not so lucky, all told: The rich scent of meaning — Heady, intoxicating — Rises only from words And the way you rest your hands on the table.

Published in Civilized Beasts 2016

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