It's Still Life

Dawn and Dogs and …

Is this your dawn or mine —
Is it yours to greet
or mine to ignore.
That glare is a fishwife’s
shriek,
it wakes the dog,
who paws the door,
who whines for relief
as it walks the floor,
then into the garden,
emptied,
relieved.
I sleep. I sleep.
Today’s dawn was yours,
not mine.

for Poetic Bloomings “Summer Dawn“