MORTON

I am a poem – the sad
girl in the rain who walks
her dog in her pajamas round &
round in soggy circles in a yard
bogged down with mudclumps
and my boot clomps as two
line –
breaks –

on a rusty, --
sodden rock --

the sheets of
raindrops are
caesuras between
thoughts that should
get notice or a pause,
for when the dog barks,
as a rambling truck
hurls by, in sudden
whiz, along the
highway like a snaking
paved enjambment flows the
moss and thoughts together bends &
twists with hidden meaning even I
don’t understand.

-Ryn Gargulinski.04.14.06