In The Clear -

Canine exhales my steam faced spit bath

Tippy toed

Noses nippy cold touch

I’m looking up through gnarling gashers

Through drooley jowls peering into my peer

Canine ate seven sick five year olds

Baretoothed brawls lost what they unmindedly kick

We shrug and barely bear hug

Grapple down to the ground

It’s the same ground grounding us

The same ground grounding those that ground us

«Time to move on», they say

I’m sorry, but you gotta go

I’m hoping once I’m a big kid and I look down at the ground

It’ll seem further away

Canine ate seven sick five year olds