A Strange Dog
Emptiness spreads.
A growl like
a death rattle,
I hear in the darkness.
I throw my eyes out.
Its tail wags
through the centuries
as our gene
journeys through
the generations.
Its hue is white
like my dad’s heart.
Love seems burning bright
in its brownish eyes.
A strange dog.
It rides its nose up
a waste hill
of paper plates.
Its saliva, as my dad’s
craving for life,
falls down and
dissolves in soil.
It is not a ghost,
but a deep love’s ….
Now Silence is
our lingua franca.
Published in Literary The Hatchet issue#6 by Pear Tree Press, U S A
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