Mistress
i think i
saw what
i think i'd seen
three wise men with
no clue for
they followed
a star but the star
was seen in the puddle
of a tear
in a shallow
bellybutton run
down from the high
grounds where
i found happiness is
not found in a smile or
laugh but perhaps in a pat
upon a good
dog's head being
said you did good boy
no need to salivate what
is
already
wet and getting
all the more so so
just
lap
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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