Late Summer ii

by Kristina Woodhill

that moment during fall's bounty
when I search out

the neighbor's
lazy-eyed blood hound

sweet talk him with
chunks of raw steak

beg him to let me borrow
his generous, awesome nose

then wander out among
our Concord grape vines

and inhale like a fool-hardy balloon


Author's Note: Edit

Posted on 09/15/2018
Copyright © 2021 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/17/18 at 05:25 PM

Short but captivating in its rich imagery and humor...nice!

Posted by Rob Littler on 09/23/18 at 10:18 AM

...imbibed this tiddlywink thinking of cognac's grace at being born as if by breath, the blowing flowing becomes a push...and that for every push out there had to be a ballooning pull in. my more culinary reaction is to put a dab of peanut butter on your upper lip, just below the nostrils...

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