Polo Puppy waits while
I burn toast. She knows
I’m coming back.
Flat on the mat she pops up
when I open the door. She leads me
thru the treacheries that are
the garage safely. Once
she has me sheltered, she wanders
away.
Polo Puppy waits while
I burn toast. She knows
I’m coming back.
Flat on the mat she pops up
when I open the door. She leads me
thru the treacheries that are
the garage safely. Once
she has me sheltered, she wanders
away.
Author of "Rainbow Crow" and "The Joy of Poetry," both from TS Poetry Press. Writer and editor here, there, and a bit of everywhere.