"A Dog’s Breath"
A hectic day
a Retreat into four walls of sanctuary
The effort of presentation
of professionalism, of being evaluated
And On the lowest rung
Burned like a premeditative strike.
Was I so horribly misunderstood?
Deflated balloons, once bright and buoyant now
Burst, flatulent and dispersed
There I sat
Fingertips on the keyboard, confidence compromised
In the office falsetto
And Caught the sound with closed eyes
In-out, in-out, in-out
A partner in rhythm
Lying by my side.