By Bill Winchester
i was sitting outside of a bar
at about 3 in the afternoon
there were spores or something floating in the air,
some kind of plant ovary or seed and all that
whatever it was, it was light and the sun shone right through it
then, a dog turned around the corner of the building
he was small,
a lap dog i guess
maybe a pug, i don’t really know about dogs
he had a
sweater on
it was a college sweater
ivy league, i think
nobody was walking him
he was just scooting around the neighborhood
in his dog clothes,
he had escaped
well, i’ll drink to that
they brought the mcrib back again,
too
Clutching at Straws 