Poem of the Day

When The World Began

Green fists of hail
punch the ground
between her house

and the pale ocean.
She stands silent
over her dog while
her man checks
the news, sips tea
from a china cup.

In his sleep Alfred
dreams of masters,
chasing dancing
leashes in the rain.

The man realizes
words are symbols
of his boredom
and his wife drops
tears on the coat
of the silent dog.