A Poemdog

Dogs 2011

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(8/13/11)


Friday
morning

not
the last
work day
of my week
but the last
that I have
the encumbrance
of coworkers

I walk
to the garage
heave open
the door
get in the car
and turn
the key

nothing

not
a light

not
a noise

undoubtedly
a diminished
battery

my routine
is suddenly
ripped apart
and I see
the possibility
of an altered
existence

a shift
in priorities

a different
path

I return
to the house
and borrow
my wife's
car keys

to her
it is no
minor
adventure

all she
sees
is major
inconvenience

she never
spent years
walking

riding
the bus

I go back
outside

smiling