Two Dogs

it's nice to see the sun for a change. going on 8 straight days, gonna be a rude awakening
when hibernation weather kicks back in any minute now. these dogs, this tree. a neighbor
down the road in arlington exurbia clearcut their lot prior to selling out, ripple in a sludge
pond as GDP progress continues apace in seattle, plague of humanity spreading steadily.
these dogs have the right idea, if any. they are so needy. so am i, but differently. ne'er the
twain shall meet. i put my face against the tree, look up, marvel at its defiance of gravity--
stuck between the sun and the center of the earth, cocktail straw in the mouth of a drunk.