Strings

Tethered to the puppet
strings of two dogs
arms and legs tugged
by scents I cannot sense
I surrender to nose joys
made not for me
but for these dogs now bowls
for love my grown boys cannot hold.
I let my masters linger hungrily
sniffing over shadows
while I pause over here
on the dark road looking up
waiting to move on.

2019

Leave a Reply