My Mind Races
dogs with lank tongues, curled as scrolls,
sever the trail.
who invited
such startled violence,
roadblocks with as many questions
as teeth?
does god favor dogs
who scent out pleas in urgent breaths?
do angels chase and harass
the fawns of curiosity,
until they run frightened
from any glimpse of what’s right and true?
shocked branches and weeps of nettle
rip at my flight,
and such things pursue,
barking to spread confusion
through the treachery
of this gone forest.
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