This Beautiful Day Was Not Made For Me

Antibiotics and steroids

This is my routine

October day near eighty

Not for me

 

Take the dogs for a walk

See my skin revolt

Feel my mind shrivel

Lump in my throat

 

I love the fall

It’s usually for me

My energy returns

Not this year

Windy~ June 16 on the 17th

Worms pink in puddles

Mosquitoes need to eat too

This walk a brisk one

Windy~May 31, 2010

Walk the Dog

I go out for a walk with Randy

He sets a fine pace

Prancing along

Trotting on tiny toes

Even at the end of the leash

I loose sight of him in the dark

So sleek and black

Save for one white star on his chest

Echolocations above us

Pause so his radar ears may find the sound

Or they may be wings

He thinks of flying away with these cousins

The last light reflects on the river

Just before it turns obsidian glass

We hear noise on the banks

Take me home, Randy