if i could think dog thoughts
and understand their woofy barks
would my world be filled
with bone dreams
or countless squirrels
to chase up trees
and a thousand scents to follow
as invisible trails
thread across the landscape
which eventually lead
to some mysterious
treat?
your lips move instinctively
as you retell the same story
from an endless stream
of yesterdays,
but a sea of sounds
have drowned
the better parts of me.
and lost in reverie
your words splash harmlessly
against the shell
of my honed
indifference.
