They bark, the dogs,
calling to
one another from their
yards,
fences and barricaded thoughts
between. What ideas could
they
be transmitting in those yips
let loose at the evening’s
edge?
Before the night finally
takes
the day by its scruff,
shakes it out
like small prey, cracks
its spine,
stuffing whipping about, the
curs
curse their chains in growls
they fancy are heard as howls.
They seem to have lots to
say.
But who except others who
speak
their lolling tongue knows
what?
George Murray is the author of 10 books, most recently: Problematica: New and Selected Poems, 1995 – 2020. He lives in St. John’s.
the Tuesday poem is curated by rob mclennan
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