the distance in the darkness
by Steven J. Serafiani
fog rolled in, typical southern
weather. a neighbor let their
dog out to a stake in the ground a
few houses down- thickening
midnight barely let me see
his black figure. hearing chain
unravel and click dead, I lit a smoke
and took a pull of some kinda
cabinet fifth and saw his head
bow- heard a whimper.
stared at this black motionless shape with
intent of knowing its sadness but perhaps
it was staring back with its own.
good boy. we but peer into our own.