Good DogA Poem by JRFriendship is… he stopped in the raw red dirt of the path and he gave a little cry, today those soft brown eyes always wet he looked at me, and wouldn’t go on so I knelt knowing I would make my jeans get all muddy and I worked my way softly through each gap, the web between his toes working from right to left until I found the thorn that had lodged there and brought him so much pain; And nights where I am lost in my whiskey and my worries and women and god and drink and I can only find the floor he licks at my face, tasting the pain I paint for him with my soft wet brown eyes as though working his way from right to left he can find the thorn lodged there, lick it clean where it brings me so much pain. © 2020 JR |
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Added on April 14, 2020 Last Updated on April 14, 2020 AuthorJRPlacerville, CAAboutWriting again Interesting times to be living in, kind of a cool time to be a writer and documenting the world. more..Writing
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