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Short poem
Like it says on the subject line tin: short poem. I sort of let the poetry itch take a back seat in May, because after April's rather ridiculous outpouring, I decided I had Important Prose Things to work on.
But the poetry is creeping back in, and I figured I might as well get it out of the way.
As always, comments, critiques, and other such creatures are more than welcome.
"An Infinite Collection of Masks"
By: Meg Freeman
Out of the corner of your eyes
a tied up black trash bag
sitting in the corner
looks like an old forlorn
dog with flop down ears
and just for that moment you
wonder not, "Why is there suddenly
a dog where there wasn't before?" -
but "I wonder if it'll come to
me if I whistle for it."
And you realize then that loneliness
has an infinite collection of masks.
On an off topic note: I'll be in Las Vegas until the 16th, and will probably have moderate internet access. Yeah, I manage to survive the heatwave here in NYC only to have to go to Las Vegas in June. Out of the frying pan, indeed.
But the poetry is creeping back in, and I figured I might as well get it out of the way.
As always, comments, critiques, and other such creatures are more than welcome.
"An Infinite Collection of Masks"
By: Meg Freeman
Out of the corner of your eyes
a tied up black trash bag
sitting in the corner
looks like an old forlorn
dog with flop down ears
and just for that moment you
wonder not, "Why is there suddenly
a dog where there wasn't before?" -
but "I wonder if it'll come to
me if I whistle for it."
And you realize then that loneliness
has an infinite collection of masks.
On an off topic note: I'll be in Las Vegas until the 16th, and will probably have moderate internet access. Yeah, I manage to survive the heatwave here in NYC only to have to go to Las Vegas in June. Out of the frying pan, indeed.