November 19, 2018

 

Hardtack

 
 
 

Hardtack

The dog
living in my house
does not belong to me.

The woman
across the street
someone I do not
wish to know.

The tree topped
by the city planners
can no longer be climbed.

We enter doorways,
acres across fields,
boarded storefronts,
broken casings,
coyote and raccoon teeth.






Article © Michael H. Brownstein. All rights reserved.
Published on 2018-04-02
Image(s) are public domain.


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