When a man weeps,
a son is born or
dying. A woman

conceives both
in her womb-

birth and death-

a pair of stray dogs
roaming the streets,

each of them

I am not here
to make you

I grieve
for my own.

1 comment:

Erin said...

I read this first in January... linked to it then and just rediscovered the post I'd made to link to it. It spoke to me then... even moreso now. I just can't believe I didn't comment then.

My apologies for that.