It is a rainy, blustery, stormy day here in my little town. Most likely because of this, there is no internet service. Not on my phone, not on my computer, not on my husband’s computer. Because of this, I cannot upload my 24th poem in April. (Until later, when it comes back up.) And even worse I have to write without knowing the prompt word!
I cleverly over-rode the wireless and looked up the word on my phone, and actually tried to type the poem, but auto fill and fat fingers made it challenging. Here goes…. Poem number 23.
Yesterday I saw a dog He wasn’t barking Or doing anything To draw attention To himself. He sat patiently In the back of a truck Waiting. Waiting for his Owner to come out. He hardly paid Attention to me. But I could not Look away. Looking at him Memories of a Childhood dog rushed To the surface. Gator. Memories once Distant and Vague, Now crisp. Clear. A fine old dog, So similar to this one That they would be hard To distinguish. Memories of leaning Leaning against His sturdy back Reading a book. Fourth of July Trips to the Family cabin. Wrapping my arms Around his big neck. The feel of his Silky fur, The deep, rich Brown of his eyes, Reflecting Intelligence, Protectiveness, Gentleness. He is Years gone now, And yet, there, There in that Parking lot, It was like he Was here yesterday. This new dog, This gray muzzled Dignified old fella, Sitting and waiting Made me pause. Made me pause, Just long enough For those memories. Those memories that brought A tiny Little catch, A tug In my heart.