THESE DOG POEMS ~ rough draft
by April Halprin Wayland
are like a pile
of fresh-baked puppies,
weaving over and under each other.
How can I possibly
line up these squirming furballs?
When do I snap the picture?
It’s always fun to throw
an unanswered question or two into a poem.
2 Responses
A pile of fresh-baked puppies! LOVE that.
I’ve been amazed (well, maybe not since it’s you) at the range of emotions/voices you’ve portrayed in these poems all month, April – these last few days especially. Thanks for sharing!
Robyn! You are such a loyal friend! Thank you!
xxx ~ April