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Unbroken?

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Off all things, this morning, the dog
at the door, waiting to go out. I’m slow —
half-awake, naked, one foot maybe in front
of another — and she’s impatient, hind-end
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wiggling faster than any minute hand.
She’s old, this dog, and not mine
and every night I worry I’ll wake up
and one of us will be dead. But every morning
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she’s more alive than me. Like now.
I talk to her a lot, since she’s the only one
to talk to. The chickens don’t listen,
the red-bellied newts have poisoned tongues
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and the trees don’t speak my language.
I talk to the creek sometimes, too, but it
only hears the rain. So, “Good morning,
pup,” as I pull on my wellies. And
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“Wanna’ go out, pup?” as I find my brain
and settle it into the cave of my head.
She usually doesn’t answer, but for
that tick-tock hind-end and the wag of her tongue.
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Of all things, this morning, the dog
at the door, waiting to go out. She lowers
her head in response, and from her mouth,
a single brown egg. It comes to rest on the floor
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between us. Still-perfect shell
marred only by tongue and love.
How long has she carried this
to lay it at my feet, whole and

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About This Poem: The dog actually did just that this morning. The truth doesn’t often make for good poetry, I don’t think, at least not those odd kinds of truths, but it seemed liked a good challenge to take a real-life event and see what I could come up with in poem-form. Also, I love the idea of a title coming back around as last line and I wanted to play with that too.

About Poem-A-Day: For the month of April (National Poetry Month), I’ve signed on to write a poem-a-day (eeks!). To make it slightly easier on myself, my rules are that I have to write each poem in fifteen minutes or less, and that I have to post it here on the blog as soon as I’m done. No edits. Just rough. Raw. Right out of the gate. (Of course, if you’re playing along, I hope you’ll post a link to your poem in the comments here — mainly because I’m selfish and I want to read them!)

See all my Poem-A-Day poems here.

You can also read some amazing poems-a-day over at Sage Cohen’s blog.

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