Dug in for winter


The brownest of eyes

But a dog,

So eager to please it could crap,

And does,

Like it’s crapping at me,

Like it knows I never liked dogs.

I’m only here

To buy bread, I tell it,

And it cocks the head

Like, ‘and the rest?’

Ok, and the wine.

So I sit beside the dog

Because now I have to explain

That the last time

I looked in big brown eyes

I spent a long time

Trying to forget what I saw.

You see?

Whatever, it says,

Having clocked its owner,

Its master.

But it ignores my sarcasm,

Fair enough,

Because I’m the one

Now sitting on the pavement alone,

Looking up at people

With my eyes that were once so blue.