Lorraine Capparell © 2007 All Rights Reserved
The boy barks to make the dog bark
to yank the chain
into the collar’s choke.
If one stops, the other starts.
Yip and yap
The dog barks to make the boy bark.
Ark, ark the boy.
retrieve and slobber note.
The dog. The boy.
The boy. The dog
the chain-link fence.
Scrabbles, falls but
The bark. The bite.
its lead. Quit
the racket! Quiet down.
Like brothers now, they could
not, would not, will not stop.
The Sheep Look Up
Any of the numerous ruminants
(genus Ovis) related to goats
but stockier and lacking a beard
in the male, could tell you, if asked,
that simple pleasures are best.
Level pastures with shade trees
for broom-corn and blue-joint,
lanolin flanks for wintertime rubs,
sheep’s eyes for gazing and
one word for speech work fine
in a tribe that mostly shares
the same thought.
Linden Ontjes has published her poetry in Ploughshares, Prairie Schooner, Nimrod, the Louisville Review, the Exquisite Corpse, Poetry Daily, the Comstock Review, RE:AL, Atlanta Review and many other journals. She is the General Director of Eleventh Hour Productions, a literary arts nonprofit and serves on the board of Whit Press.
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