A Lap Around the Pond


Some days
I’m just padding along
loving every smell
then I hear an off-color bark
and something animal inside me unsnaps.
For the rest of the day
instead of sniffing out friends
I listen,
I wait
and bare my teeth.
I throw a stone
into the sky upon the pond
and for a short, hot minute
everything seems breakable.


© Gregory James, 2015

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