The dead horizon diluted
the horizon to yellow.
I was on my way
to an unfamiliar home.
The neighbor's flowers
stank of decaying angels.
Somewhere a canine
howl pierced the silence.
Everything was changed
by the darkness, and I lost
my way. I wanted
to feed the dog some flowers.
The dome of stars touched
the valley's western side
when I found my new porch
where the dog sang a requiem
for the slowly falling petals,
his hackles raised.
copyright
2007 Jason Paul Fox