Further
I almost missed it worried I had to do this
had to get back but at least pulled back
from a typical passive aggressive fit
and took the dogs on that extra block
bagged two shits from the one who pulls
and then just at the point of turning back
a moon an artist might cry over just past full
so giving up its own huge ghost yellowed
like something we think is old slicing clouds
as beautiful as a teenager cutting for to feel
hurts and perhaps we should never do it
to ourselves just wait for the world just
keep walking and there, there it is stop
me when I don’t love you enough when
I don’t let us walk into the night like we
belong there even with dogs bags of shit
and dumb life to do in glorious moonlight