← v20n1, Spring 2021Poetry · Volume 20, Number 1
Moon and Dogs
Maybe tonight the dogs,
after barking so much at the moon,
that teardrop in a ditch,
might afterward greedily lick
its bittenness, lying like a bone.
Maybe tonight the dogs,
after barking so much at the moon,
that teardrop in a ditch,
might afterward greedily lick
its bittenness, lying like a bone.