All Poems

Sunday Morning with Early

We’re on the porch and she’s all agitated

my best dog, Early.
There’s another dog

barking in the distance
at 8 AM on Easter Sunday.

No, I agree, I agree
I completely agree, let’s just

stop with the howling.
Earl, I think the phrase

you’re looking for is
“the temerity.”

Where do they get
the temerity,

and where did they ever?
Dogs and people,

that, I do not know.
2000 years of it, temerity, minimum.

Still, such an amazing morning
it’s Easter

let’s forgive.
Eventually, we’ll find out

just what it is
the meek shall inherit.

–April 16, 2017

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