My chocolate lab
howls at early risers, claws
grinding against bark.
I whistle from my tent
stepping alone
into a circle of tall pines,
brush thick, black.
Rain had become more
than rain. I swim through fog
heavy as steam, whistle again.
Silence deeper than a grave
buckles my knees.
The heart’s enemy
tugs tender stitching
till nearby twigs crack,
the familiar swish of a tail.
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The Still Life
Posted in Poetry, tagged bark, camping, circle, companion, death, dog, fog, friendship, hunting, lab, love, pines, poetry, raccoon, rain, roper, still, tent, trees, whistle, worry, writer on May 20, 2012| Leave a Comment »
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