DOG DAYS

From the back porch

I throw rotting fruit

And vegetables

Into the NE corner

Of our backyard

Behind the cluster 

Of Plumbago. This

Corner is also where

My daughter's dog

And my son's dog

Wage an ongoing

War with a neighboring

Adversary - through the

Spaces in the wooden 

Fence. By this time

In late summer

The blue flowers 

Are so thick we can't see

The dogs anymore;

Can only hear

Three distinct barks

And growls and see

The shaking blue flowers 

And green leaves.

-jim hill (9-22-2015)