Lost and Found

Wide awake and not by choice

Lost and Found

will soon  find voice

Tomorrow morning

In dialing KPCW

barking high pitched peppermint

Girradelli

and dogs gone missing

to  July 4th

In spite of State and County firework bans

America will have had her way

Going one way and then another

fightened dogs at large

Rammed fences

dispersed by yappy rapid fire

Come canines chased by Black Cats

Escape like bottlerockets

I rub my eyes of crusty double cherry

piecrust

Red glare and hedonistic nationalism

No chance they’re blasting avalanches?

No.  It’s 90 degrees, baby

I’m wringing bed sheets with

discursive mind and bleeding empathy

for me and Fido.

The howling will certainly keep us up all night

There’s no refrain

the sullen moan drones on

like dial tone twisted in tangled phone cord

It’s the neighbor’s hound dog,

Loose and chasing shadows

Bombs bursting like Roman candles

and tomatoes

an extra excited Bruiser dog

at the farm

tention testing a steel towchain

The hound is in the haybarn

Then back to our place

My puppy’s in the backyard’s going wild

The hound is back and forth

like an inkjet printer

Under the coveted  cover of night games

No use for such abuse under my bedroom window

He must be caught and taken home

Just don’t know the neighbor’s name

Or number to complain

My Kelpie’s going nuts

He needs a class in mindfulness for canines

Or chewy sweet mesquite treats to get attention

I’d settle for him coming to his name

I’d love  a cup of calm and chamomile

The structured bed routine is ruined

For puppy’s fused mindset

He’s running circles in his head

and in his doggy bed

And cutting claws and teeth

on all the round abouts he’s making

of the kennel

Cutting calves and herding sheep

he might have dreamt about

any other night

I sigh and long to REM in soft coo bed sheets

But through the steel wool screen

I hear the shape of things devolving

a  pink shag pillow strewn in putrid pieces

with just cut clippings

a dirty dew sets in

What will I tell my  college daughter?

I took the pillow from her empty bedroom

she never seemed to like or use it.

I think…I’m Sorry, but

In half an hour none of this will matter

I drive and find the house

Lit up like fireworks

A guy comes out and I inquire

Appologies

The neighbor follows close behind

in his old truck

The garage door rolls a sleepy smile

and in the time it takes to set the brake

and get out

The hound has reappeared and jumped into

the truck bedn and they’re gone

to after glow and tail lights

giving proof to the night

of things lost and found

 

 

 

 

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“Each man ( and mermaid) will be like a shelter from the wind and a refuge from the storm, like streams of water in the desert and the shadow of a great rock in a thirsty land”. Isa 32:2 NIV Warning: The author of this blog is not an ordinary individual. Even Mermaids need a rest from all that's real and grown up. Welcome to the wonder of blog. Come be audience to all that's wet and wild in her stories, poems and thoughts. Instructor by day, super hero by night, and mystical mermaid by summer. Whenever she has the fortune of diving into a pond, reservoir, or mountain waterfall, you'll find her there swimming, and singing songs of life.
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