As It Happens
Like dogs in Mexico,
furless, sore, misshapen,
arrives from laborious nowhere
Agony. And proves
to have eyes of kindness,
a pitiful tail; wants
love. Give it some, in form of
dry tortilla, it
grabs and runs off
three-leggéd, scared,
but tarries nearby and will
return. A friend.
To Speak
To speak of sorrow
works upon it
moves it from its
crouched place barring
the way to and from the soul's hall --
out in the light it
shows clear, whether
shrunken or known as
a giant wrath --
discrete
at least, where before
its great shadow joined
the walls and roof and seemed
to uphold the hall like a beam.
The Sorrow Dance
great post dance. thanks
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