"Sleeping Dogs" by Kevin Griffith

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Sleeping Dogs

Morning arrives with its cough of fog,

its car alarms crying for help.

And no one ever does.

Branches reach for cool air.

Birds speak in nothing but commas,

while the street hisses in protest.

The eternal now.

In my dog’s mind, a jazz trio

Plays a tribute to cheese.

Featured Art: "Redwood Morning", 35mm print submitted anonymously

Kevin Griffith has appeared previously in North American Review, Hotel Amerika, Mid-American Review, and in many other journals.