Water Dogs
And then the water dogs stalked into town.
No short leashes for these snarling, snapping curs
foam bubbling gently from their noses.
They do not wag their tails
and you wouldn’t want them to either,
hard-bitten strays of the Big Muddy,
slippery junkyard pups.
Riverboats beware:
these dogs will have no truck with riverboat jazz
not even a little bit
not even on a warm Friday evening.
Baltimore
native Jeffrey Park currently lives in Munich, Germany, where he
works at a private secondary school and teaches business English to
adults. His latest poems have appeared in Requiem,
Deep
Tissue,
Danse
Macabre,
Crack
the Spine,
Right
Hand Pointing and
elsewhere, and his digital chapbook, Inorganic,
has
just been published online by White Knuckle Press. Links to all of
his published work can be found at www.scribbles-and-dribbles.com.
