NaPoWriMo #27

Three days left of NaPoWriMo.  How the month has flown!  Here’s today’s poem:

The dog’s strangled cries pour out
across the parking lot
a lonely, protective sound
a near-howl echoing.
Scan the miles of cars,
machines shining and withering in the clouded light,
parked       sated for a moment.
Come back.    You only need me
only need me       love I have to give.
Come back!  You don’t need
plastic bags.
You cannot find the dog
find the heart
the consumptive cries.

© 2014 by Robin A. Sams


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