bark!
awoken!
by the opening blow
of a shut thing—
the latch!
of a short-sighted dog
bark!
he says
it is night!
the white moon rolls
ballpoint on black sky
a word too long to be read by any less
than the great conjoined eye
of our generation (lost mulling
over lawns—
bark!
the near-blind dog hinges
back!
he says
back to that
made up childhood
back!
to the spelling books
wide barn doors and hay
when we all
took after the lean trees
not a death in you
or me
Charlotte (Sea) Suttee lives in the South Atlantic Rainforest in Brasil.
