Morning After the Election

Did you stay up till the dogs were hung?
he asked, gray eyes unrevealing.
We were pretty happy, we said, watching
his muscular poodle and our shepherd mix sniff
each other’s behinds.
But to him it was clear, global warming was not real.
Smelling each other’s colors we backed off, broad smiles both sides.

But we couldn’t get the dogs to leave. They wanted to run

© 2006, Christine Kallman, All Rights Reserved

Christine Kallman writes plays, song lyrics, and poems.