119/365: Dank Dog
This heart crawled beneath the growth
— under leaves, stalks,
dust drought-dried to finer silt,
through to black shade behind the planted row —
and lay itself down in quiet remove,
no roots to plant,
no water to feed,
a dank dog panting.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.