i proceed along
a mind’s dense fog
until its thick footprints drop
down down down
onto a clay street below
like being sold short
half-story residing
in half shadows
the rest eaten for breakfast
twelve hours ago
or trapped within a breath
or quietly misunderstood
lingering patiently behind a
never-developed third eye
connected to a heart
across the street
a little dog yaps
in solid hours
chases passersby
he’s always alone, that one
by mary ann blinkhorn
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Damn I know that dog and at that moment (:)
glad to hear it…
I love the lines about third eye and heart…and I smiled because I thought about the interrupting dog, as well…cool poetry.
I’ll see if I can get a pic of that dog, sometime. Your comment made me smile.
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Thank you so much!