Root Canal

CANAL – the Panama one – cuts a water-filled
GORGE through the middle of a former
HAVEN, not only disturbing its peace, but
USURPing it.

Aerial view of Gatun Locks, Panama Canal

Usurper has the City

USURPer has the city, rear guard flees hilltop via
GORGE under night’s protection. By dawn some will be far enough,
HAVEN reachable for the uninjured.
CANAL full of bodies a grim memory they carry with them.

And it’s not even my dog…

CHAFE my fingers to the bone, weeding; lentil
STALK pokes me in the eye – bleeding. Gentle
GAUZE turned up in Wordle today. My dog’s nuzzle makes my
TRACK of solutions look like a Tetris puzzle.

Sidney, my cousin’s dog…

Koala

CROWN of my day’s achievements: finding the weight of a
KOALA in our care. The other vets gave up, but before I took the
FERRY home, I managed to weigh the koala toddler, and not
SPANK the side of my head with frustration. Cute kid.

[One of my more odd poems…coming back to it, I’m not quite sure what I was saying, in part…]

What Now

STALK fulfillment’s dream down dusty
TRACK, winding into hollow canyons.
GAUZE of leaden sky above as I try to find myself–then
CHAFE when I do, yet nothing has changed.