Poemdog

Dogs 2018

MERCURIAL ASPIRATIONS
(12/20/18)


it's a strange
sensation

like
a small bird

or a large
moth

flapping
wings
against
my ankles

I know
that there's
nothing
there

but I look
down
anyway

just bare
pale skin

the phantom
flutterings
of feet free
of work socks
no doubt

perhaps
I should look
up
instead

hope
for a little
lift

a little
speed