Dog Paddling:
On days like this
I have no use for tomorrows.
Drown?
You said so many words…
Silence slices silently into my waiting flesh-
The new ground
Cultivated by these strange gales
Which ripped and rendered the remnants of my sails-
Bear me on the burning boat
Before a crowd of none…
The bittersweet glory
Of dog paddling,
Here along the shores
Of purgatory
Rolloroberson©2022
(“There are things I could say but I don’t,
I know the mercy of God must be near”
- Bob Dylan/Standing in the Doorway)








