The Morning, The Day, The Night

I couldn't see
mostly it was due to the fog

The sunrise was beautiful
and I made my usual morning path
returning home with the light

My little soft aussie sheepdog pup
put his head on my neck
and we worked

Bacon. Cheese. It does wonders.
All dogs sit.
All dogs stay.

And the afternoon comes on with the gentle fall of the land
and 4:20

my tire is low
you broke the silence

Before me

I am broken, sure, on the outside.
I could use a paint job

I go find a place for air
my body is depleted steel
The night comes

I read

word by word
and whisper words of praise

to the old gods.