BETTER DAWG DAYS
Look here
We’re walkin’
Me’n my Dawg
Along a dusty river-bed
It’s almost dark
There’s no one else
My Dawg don’t care
Because she has
Seen better days
Not just a few…
Now, they’re long gone
And, YES, I’ ve seen’ em too
I think, I’m pretty sure
Mind you what I remember
‘Bout them most of all
Is how the two of us
Would sit’n watch
As one by one
Day after day
They’d end and disappear
Just like the sun
And we’d be left behind
There, where we sat
Surrounded by a deep dark blue…
© Corinne Wesley, May 4. 2013
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