Sleeping Alone
Listening
to the neighbor’s dog
bark
and bark.
He must
be very big,
his mouth as big
as my head,
as big
as a Macy’s Day float,
his corridor throat
commanding me
to hear:
I am one
dog
in the lonely bowl
of night
and there
is so
much
dark.
-- Amy Miller
(Apologies to Ms. Miller, but I no longer recall where I obtained this poem.)
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