evening – other animals

in my nose old bookscent a torn bag of evening song longs for cool my life somehow still here

for which the system of blood tunnels valves and such was built though it does get loud on a summer evening after a few

Friday evening showing the fly another way

summer evening
the old dog slowly digs
the earth

evening cool:
the dog finds
his favorite bone

summer evening years ago the poem I wrote to her clavicle

unable to sync our infinite aches the evening ends