| home | issues | about | shop | submissions |
like a dog
tied to a bollard
is an island
tongue lapping
at the shores
of its world
our world
presses sky
into void
sunlight
nestled in cloud
drifts into space
& like dogs
we plant our chins
and wait
watching cars
coast by pavements
spilling clouds
into a big blue sky
breaking at the shore
of a vacuum
Dan Power