Poemdog

Dogs 2019

FRESH WOUNDS
(8/3/19)


picking
old scabs

scratching
faded scars

we tire
of these
reminders
of past
conflict

we feel
soft

inert

so when
a new enemy
attacks us

we grimace
a bit
at the infliction
of first
injury

but then
smile

as we are
forced
once again
into action