Poemdog

Dogs 2018

I SEE RED PEOPLE
(9/18/18)

as the
days
pass by
I notice
a natural dearth
of human
contact

a change
of hue
in those few
with whom
I still
commune

a spectral
shift
to indicate
their travel
away
from me

all parts
of an expanding
universe

the cooling
cosmos

their growing
distance
causing no
great alarm

for the sun
of The One
will always
warm me