the little grey dog in love with its chains
never knew metal from moss
and why would it? What is it about captivity
That teaches tricks so quick, like fetch, or
play dead. Listen, I wanted so badly
To take that damn dog for a stroll and
teach it freedom. Look, there is nothing
lovelier than a roll on the lawn and
forgiveness or bolting towards whatever is next
but those little legs never left what it knew.
I do not know what else to say other than
you can only ask so many times.
Before you just head west, but
I only ever made it to the end of the driveway