December 31st, 2009

it's snowing in the
park and small yellow patches
appear as pups play.

an uptight lezzie-
type gets up-in-arms as her
hound chews up some sticks.

'if sticks were bad for
dogs, then they'd be extinct' is
what i always say.

an old man plops down
next to me, announcing his
laundry list of health

conditions, rambling
about the importance of
D-3 and whatnot.

i keep quiet now,
watching as folks come and go
through the veil of white.

tonight in Baltimore

this snow falls quiet,
accumulating on your
black poodle until

she shakes her pristine
body, tail, curls in a sine
wave under a lone

street lamp narrated
only by the low hum of
electricity

from a neighbors Christmas
lights, and the scrape of a snow
plow so far away.