First Frost

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Our little frizzy bitch

knows  I  hear the pitch

of her quiet AM squeaking;

knows if I try to sleep

my other owner will insist.


We step  into a quiet world

where still water sleeps

under a thin blanket of mist.

The cold bright eye of Venus

scans fleet and fading stars.


We pass frost-whited rooftops,

lawns, bare trees, persimmons

waking to orange ripeness,                          

and the neglected trashy yard  

of a failing elderly widow.


Our movement wakens lights

of two scanning cameras,

on her electrified fence;

it’s clear her troubled son

will defend his plot of pot.

A car passes. A kitchen lights up.

Brazen day begins to climb

 the back of fearful night.

Pepa sniffs up the past

From scents of urine and scat.


OK. ‘Enough’, I say:

‘Sun will chase the frost away.


Be done with stinky thrills.

They will   last until

We come again this way.’


She body-shakes professionally,

head to tail- or the other way-

gives up the pungent walk,

and  bounds back eagerly,

sure to catch that squirrel today. 



2 thoughts on “First Frost

    Lili Loofbourow said:
    January 12, 2013 at 09:53

    oh, I loved this. the failing widow. the scanning cameras.

      lufboro responded:
      March 8, 2015 at 07:18

      Hi Lilly it’s only been a couple of years since you made this comment but here we are at the rent home apartment in Chile and is quiet so I’m looking at my blog comments …hoping your cranium is healthy and comfortable again. love you bye-bye

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