the eyes in my mind could see both
ghosts floating in the past
and an illusion of tomorrow
drifting away in the future
a reminder to stick
to following things
a bit more solid
for when I do
catch them
warm sweet coffee
sheeting down my throat
my fingers combing
this sleeping dog
any love
that can love back
was it your mouth curl and glistening eye or that dust free dimple with the nose crimp or the way your voice tickled the rims of my ears? friendships seem to sprout from the strangest places and the b
do you canine-handicapped really understand dog-kids? how pretty or handsome they look after a bath and clip and a blue-ribbon poop on our morning walk how charming each time a paw begs for food or pe
aren’t we driven by our strongest imperative - need? and don’t our wants feel more like the occasional vacation? and isn’t silence the station stop where we can pick up a snack fill up the car and get