white on white on white
falling white
blowing white
drifting white
vision obliterating white
is there a dog
at the end
of this leash?
the sidewalk
a blue-green wound
in the white
slowly healing
flesh of winter
icy granulation in-filling
around my feet
the leash moves
(there is a dog!)
back and forth
searching searching searching
find the spot
find the right spot
find the only spot
but, for God’s sake,
find it soon
(By C. Eric Funston)
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