TO A FRIEND

TO A FRIEND
by Mark Head
When tomorrow lies in state like a blanket on the past and today is smothered in fog

Enter a leash.

A footstep.

A footstop.

A muffled command ‘—not here’

A jerk. A straining. A whine or two

Enter. The dog.

Snuffling about other peoples garbage cans and spent roses

The dog

That keen knower of other folk’s olfactories

Yesterday’s kipper- quite nice

The low whine from uncooked onion rings discovered

The blissful offcut from week old young steak streaked with flies

The dog

A present reality awaiting a part, a morsel or two from yesterday’s table to the fortunate few

Lives for the present and alive for tomorrows entertainment

Rover!

Here boy

Sit!

And when he farts,

Phew!
——–ENDE———–

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