My Own Scented Splatter
Book on lap, propped open...
ears plugged, feel the gyrations!
hark to the beat, the beep!~ follow the
bouncing ball dazzling screen –
I seek to wring my mind, hang-out
in sunlight for drying. I seek to detach collar,
for leash-less fly -- desiring to lead, cease being
a sightless led eye –
feeling need to mark territory
with my own scented splatter --
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2023
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