The Old Dog That I Met This Morning
its right eye is missing
there is no eyeball
to see, it is blank and
black,
its left eye looks at me
asking for
a master
to feed it
and take
it away from
the long
road
that takes
it somewhere
i am helpless
and proceeded
to take
my own direction
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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