June 1, 2012


Barking through screen doors,
the lapdogs of 3G
warn off strangers,
brave to a fault,
willing to sacrifice all
for a patch of carpet.
Leashed, they charge
the stairs, dragging
the bereaved
into the morning air,
ready for another day
as companions,
still searching for she
who silently sleeps
elsewhere, anxious
about this new arrangement,
this unfamiliar hand,
this absence
they do not understand.


Thanks to Cory Devereaux for the use of hisphoto of his dog Sammy for this poem.