Posted in Dogs, Poetry, Prose

Water Thoughts

The water
playing upon my skin
thoughts of her
just thoughts,
while the dog
on the other side
telling me in his own way
those impure thoughts
do not become me,
or is it just the call
of the great outdoors
that has distracted
my mind wanderings
along similar paths…



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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