Poemdog

Dogs 2020

xvi
(2/26/2020)


turning
his back
was easy

he had
rejected
all of civilization
in the same
manner

one little
sliver
of society
mattered not
at all

still
as he returns
to his sanctuary

the trek
seems
a bit longer

his mind
wonders
of the woman
who had called
after him

attractive?

perfumed?

kind eyes?

he is glad
that he resisted
the temptation
to turn

to answer

he is mad
that his thoughts
are consumed
with that
which he had
escaped

finally
back
in his cave

Faris sits
upon his
cot

contemplates
the day

as his
eyes adjust
he again sees
his scribblings
upon
the wall

pathetic
written meanderings
through what
had been

he must
write now
with purpose

for his
future

for all
future