see how they run
I imagine you’re sleepwalking
while I’m intermittently dreaming
your whitish curly haired lap dog
dressed in holiday sweater
leashed and pleading to go outside
to greet rising curved moon
it’s another mid-winter night
and I roam from room to room
trying to track you down
but as usual you’re one step ahead
sometimes disguised
as three blind mice
other times the carving knife
january two thousand eighteen
copyright j matthew waters
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OMG. This is the cutest thing ever … until the last line, of course.
I love this:
“your whitish curly haired lap dog
dressed in holiday sweater”
So glad you enjoyed this one!
It’s like reading Shakespeare.. just the poetry way
Thank you for the lovely comment, Swapnil.
and here I’m hearing “lady madonna”
it’s a Beatle’s kind of day!