Dogs 2010

WEATHER VANE
(4/19/10)


they said
that it would start
raining
Friday night

I already
knew

shoulder
to neck
a deep ache
burrowed in
and lived
with me

I used
to laugh
at those
old fuckers
who would forecast
a coming front
simply by
consulting
their bodily
pains

now
I am one
of them

my step-son
steps into
the room
sees me
leaned back
into a heating pad
and asks
if I have
hurt myself

just
the rain
I tell
him

he
suppresses
a snicker
and leaves

I smile
hoping
that he remembers
this old fucker
some day

when that
laughter
leaves him