Scratch You Can Not Reach

Temperatures rising...

Better turn on the fan...

One starts to feel lonely

When work hours expand,

And you feel you should tend

To the garden of self,

With a pick and a hoe

You dive into that soil...

See what's been buried,

And left waiting to sprout...

...Neglect!...

You never felt that way before...

Until you did, now, here's to new,

And fertile

Unused sensations

Building up like a

Blue collar round

The neckline...

How much for that poor doggy in

The window?...

Her tail beats out

A rhythm on the pane...

I want to take her home

To fill what's empty...

I've got a creaky door on

Rusted frame...

I got an empty room that needs

A heartbeat...

I work so much and just have

So much time

To fill her doggy bowl,

And pet her fuzz butt...

Once or twice a day

I'll tend to mine...

Returning to the garden that's

Uprooted...

This place where I've been chasing

Off the flies...

The rabbits come, and nibble up

My produce...

I see the darkened clouds fill

Up the skies,

And then a man comes in,

He says he'll buy it...

He'll pay for all my blood, my

Sweat, and tears...

I tell him that I'll think about

His offer...

Behind house glass my dog

Looks out in fear...

8/12/24

Bunny Villaire

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