Near Miss
by Stuart Stevens II

The dogs got drunk

so the yard had to bark

and broke it’s chain

and ran off

with the rain

and all we had

that spring was

dogflowers 

and mud

and a bird

that sang 

of sorrows 

and floods

and a moon

that slept 

on the porch 

all morning long

and a dream

we just

couldn’t remember at all.