Friday, April 8, 2011

The Abandoned Hound

Skyline Drive slices
the lean landscape.
Her soul is hungry.
Her ears and eyes
drool exhaustion.
We are at a stalemate.
Then she reaches
and crosses
a divide as grand
as a canyon.
Her long face lies in my lap.
I too had to get to the end
of myself
before resting
in the kindness of my savior.

Thanks to Steve, Todd, and Pat for the words you read above. All I had to do was break them into lines.

Copyright 2011