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Dogs 2020

Everywhere A Sign
(11/28/2020)


I tell
them

I tell
myself

that I’m
waiting

waiting
for a clue

for some
hint
to my
destiny

but I
lie

to them

to myself

I see
many messages
throughout
the course
of each day

every one
I could easily
construe
as personal
instruction

as fate

but by
the time
that I am able
to recognize
one

another
arrives
before I can
understand
the previous

I spin
the useless
solitary compass
lost
in interpretations

and that
is where
I stay

in the
center

spinning

afraid to pursue
any direction

lost
in my own
living room

tortured
by the fact
that I’ve done
nothing
with my
life

but
to wait

and to
write
about
the waiting