windrag : poetry : journal

:: f : w : i : w ::

doggy style

my master throws me a bone rich with fat.
due to my animal nature, i drag it
under the porch to suck it clean, forgetting
to lick his hand in thanks.

51

almost full, the moon
leaps out from between houses
drying in the sun

cool

gathering laundry
barefoot: high arches, lucky
slug slays the giant.

works

meeting his deadline,
bach conducts from the organ.
the rest is old news.

love

regardless of the
season, the wind and the pine
groom one another.