The whining dog
settles miserable but stoic
Let them sleep
A smile fades off her face
Blood runs thin as copper wire
and a stippled colony of mollusks
come through visible
like a regular mortal gravity
–gorgeous orange blossoms
for irregular gravity–
and I firewalk past
the skeleton of a fruit stand
olive trees
the lumpy paddocks
The heat was killing
and over
without a word
This poem is inspired by an exercise to select a photo and write a poem below it, with words from a published work. Most of the words in my poem come from the book “Dirt Music,” by Tim Winton.
This is an interesting idea. Good job with the words – the picture is outstanding
Thank you! It was fun.