"What's for breakfast, Blue" (for a threelegged
dog tribute poem double self
portrait with hinge.. .
you can't make an omelette without
you see some of us were born to trouble
son when seeing flocks of sheep idly
graze on each others thoughts
in fantasy fields of gentle lies
agreed by some mere mutuality
can't help but bark and it's your
job, Blue, to get 'em moving in the other
direction, they're headin' for the gate, boy,
even it means the only friend left to
talk to is you, Blue,
melting butter and chopping garlic.
Paul Squires, Australia