Dog

Dave Park
Dave Park
Nov 4 · 1 min read
Photo by Gilberto Reyes from Pexels

I come to you, upon the cusp out doubt.

A dog shit pile of anxiety.

You give me a pat, reassurance in touch.

And I tuck my tail between my legs, and turn slow circles on my bed.

Beaten and tired, I am the old dog, the dog that knows that things won’t change.

I settle in with a sideways glance.

Resting, but not restful.

Dave Park 2019

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Dave Park

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Dave Park

Writer trapped in the daily grind of an IT Pro, parent to two boys, who seem to grow daily both physically and mentally. www.bydavepark.com

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