18 June 2014

Unhooking Clover

from her leash I realize the fresh air fluffs

off the odor of dead fish


Where would she find a fish?


There are no lakes, no streams, no ocean nearby

only a dried-up river


Perhaps a fish swam up through the drain, seized

its chance as drought deepened

swam up a sewer pipe, sort of like salmon


Maybe that is why last night Clover peered

into the bathtub

ears expectant.


  1. That last image of her staring into the bathtub is priceless!

  2. i like the ending too…

  3. ha!