BARKING DOGS FROM ANOTHER YARD

 

 

The barking dogs

from another yard

and the train rumbling

in the distance

don’t inspire poetry

 

the moon and stars

hide behind clouds

and solitude

is replaced

with aloneness

 

no one likes desolation

less than me

but for now

it becomes me

 

no more pretty psalms

or rhetorical chatter

to lift my spirits

 

want for sleep emerges

and eventually

it must be answered

 

3-3-98

 

 

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