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Dogs 2017

BETWEEN THE FINGERS
(8/25/17)

they fuss

they fidget

they want
more

accepting
the miracle
of this existence
at face value
is an arduous task
for them

we wish
there was something
that we could
say

that we could
show them

to alleviate
their manic
angst

but they
will not listen

they will not
see

they have
life clenched closely
in their boney
fists

squeezing
for all
their worth

no room
for relaxation

no smiling
at a dog
rolling
in the grass

at a child
running simply
for joy

at the sun
emerging
after a long
cloudy day

they want
to be doing
something

something
meaningful

something
fun

right now

but they have
no idea
what that
might be

they are
upset
at us
for our careless
repose

we
are the ones
to blame
for their anxiety

if we would
only
get moving

they may still
have hope
of a solution

they may still
have hope
for us