Awakening

Awakening short poem

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My wife gasps in pain
there’s a dog running toward us down the highway median
traffic is lurching
the sun sits a dog’s head above the southern horizon
Thanksgiving is tomorrow
we have to turn time into distance
the car stinks of the distillation of all my family’s bad habits
there is nothing but distraction
every radio station spits up gobs of static
my daughter ignores everything
the dog has stopped a few car lengths in front of us
a car door opens, the dog shies away
my wife’s breath hisses
if you open your door it’ll run into traffic, I warn her
it passes us at a trot
my daughter in the back seat asks what we’re talking about
everything, I say
the dog is the individual and the traffic is the course of history
it wants to crush us
then just pull off the road, she says
drive up onto the overpass and watch everything from safety

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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Shamala Chandran
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An conversation as a poem, thats a first for me… The dogs really the main character here!

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