Elegy for a Pit-Bull
Patricia Reinhardt Mondragon, Writer
That simple.
Like The Stranger I found myself
On the beach
The sky huge
The water huge
The heat huge
Emptiness… a dance to that
A ride across it
On a sea-rusted bicycle
What is it about these endless stretches
Of beach that brings out
The Walker on Water and
The Cool Killer
Alike?
The solitary figure at the edge
Of Life and Time like
Camus’ L’Etranger
Myself
Stragglers and Runaways of Every Kind?
Here it goes.
There was a pit-bull
A skinny skanky near dead dog
Tide to a pole
Tide to pole near Bob Hall Pier
Resignedly
With not the least
Bit of fight left
Whatsoever
Waiting for the tide to roll in
Opening her heart
To the Divine Indifference of the Universe
Body in a curve
Fetal as a pup in a caul
Nearly lifeless
Each and every bone numbered
Not even so much as looking up
Waiting
For the water to come
For her heart to burst
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