Poemdog

Dogs 2017

DEAD END
(3/16/17)

a very
dusty
dirt road
disappearing
into
the sage brush

the cactus

the rocks

of the
high desert

to move
forward
into the wasteland
seems a chancy
proposition

the heat

the cold

the spiders

the snakes

but the known
evils
left behind
have exhausted
us

stationary
in indecision
we feel
the warm wind
caress our faces

and knowing
that she will
always
be there
to comfort us

we walk
on