Monday, December 13, 1993


My dogs never have leashes -
uncontrollable are they.
I fear for them.

Dog catchers are nasty.
But even the best catchers
are too slow for them.

If I call for the dogs -
they run even further.

One day they will come back -
all of them.
And lick my face while I lie
on my back on the grass.
And I'll let them.

But until then -
damn those stupid dogs!