When we rub in

When we rub in

A cloud of buzzards

Above me

I’m walking my fate

I’ve invaded the space

Of a yellow eyebrowsed

Strayed dog

I can bite too

But I’m not so mad

Yet

Behind mountains of routine

An ocean waits for me

That’s what I like to think

You and me

So close

So distinct

But nobody said

We were

In the cloning business

Isn’t static

What attracts us

When we rub in

VABM Sunday, June 22, 2014