The moon comes up. The moon goes down. This is to inform you that I didn’t die young. Age swept past me but I caught up. Spring has begun here and each day brings new birds up from Mexico. Yesterday I got a call from the outside world but I said no in thunder. I was a dog on a short chain and now there’s no chain.
Harrison, Jim. "Barking." Poetry Foundation, n.d. Web. 9 December 2012.
Barking
Posted - Dec 09 2012 : 05:20:03 AM
