Pound Dog
Oh
my entire body aches.
My muscles breathe a sigh of relief.
I am tired.
Do you think they liked me?
I tried so hard,
you saw.
It was obvious.
I wanted them.
I did the best I knew how.
But maybe I was too cold,
not exciting.
Maybe it was my appearance -
I do look shaggy today.
They played with me
petted me
in my cage.
They also played with the others.
The ones who are exciting,
The ones who aren't shaggy.
If I was them
I'd choose the others.
For now
I'll stay locked up.
Waiting
for them to come back
and open my cage.
For when I'm free
I'm marvelous.
| -- | Katherine Fellows |
What Moves Us
Seventy-two, bad legs,
wanting to be on the road again,
somewhere -- somewhere beneath new skies,
somewhere through the streets of strange cities,
knowing myself a stranger, always a stranger,
searching for that one face that isn't a face at all
or if it is is nowhere on earth.
But always there's the possibility
and cloaked in the possibility we move
from one space to another, the sky darkening,
the shadows growing longer,
eyes on the road ahead and
somewhere in the distance,
stars.
| -- | Albert Huffstickler September 2000 |
