Dish poetry editor Alice Quinn writes:
If we replace the word “today” in the title of the poem below with “yesterday,” perhaps we have an apt valedictory poem to Andrew following his note of Wednesday about his sad (but for him also liberating) retreat from blogging for the time being. The poet is a certified journeyman farrier who lives near Livingston, Montana.
May you stay fleet of foot on your amazing journey, Andrew.
“Something That Happened Today” by Michael Earl Craig:
I picked up a little beagle today;
I held her between my hands.
Her little legs kicked like sausages.
She was trotting away from me in midair.I picked up a little beagle today.
She was wet.
And a little cross-eyed.
Had she been swimming in the irrigation ditch?I picked up a little beagle today.
What was she doing in the barn?
I know I know . . . this story is unfolding
way too fast.
(From Talkativeness © 2014 by Michael Earl Craig. Used by permission of Wave Books.)
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