Night-Dog Dreams and Advises – Poem
hear what you think?
I hear what you think when it tumbles through your breath.
the night awaits me like a dog with droopy eyes
when are you going to come home, she asks?
when are you ever going to listen to
and love your dreams?
the sadness spills from a cup of overrunning latté
she is patient, and gives her time to avoid the vet.
waddaya mean? i don’t even drink latté.
did you say you would listen? then absorb:
latté has milk, lots of warm milk.
aren’t you allergic to so much milk?
maybe stop drinking milk.
see if the nervous stomach responds.
i thought you were giving me a cool listening poem.
I am, and you fight to listen.
Saturday Sonnets copyright © 2017 by Niamo Nancy Muid