10th January 2013
That dog
still barking in the night
wailing
at intervals
scratching the screen of fog in the air
like fingernails
scoring the glass of my heart.
Is she locked out,
tied up
in someone’s garden
on a concrete floored cage?
Cruel. Should I do something
when it’s daylight?
What is that insistant
other knocking
I won’t listen to?
Why am I locking myself out of my blog
with the sour green key
of comparison
thinking I have nothing to say?
Wailing
in the night
on my own deaf ears.
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