Wild Dogs in the Mountains

The desert wind
Blows in from the West
Through the veranda doors
White curtains flying inwards

Like ghosts. And some
Poltergeist sweeps a vase
Of porcelain off a shelf
Onto the floor

Glass crystals and petals
Strewn across the carpet
I peer out of each window
And I close every one

And when I sleep I dream
Of wild dogs in the mountains

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One Response to “Wild Dogs in the Mountains”

  1. sanabituranima Says:

    I love that blue.

    Like

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