Dogged
Sometimes the day has a framework.
You know how to color in
inside the lines
then there are the other kind
when the hours run out of the sides
of your eyes
you fumble through
and it's still okay
but that lumbering shaggy dog of your mind
has to scratch at an itch
you once thought you had cured.
Such daze seek a kennel to fill,
however, that kind of shelter
has sharp nails in it
so you make yourself small
just for a while.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2021
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