carolina air
the dog is barking loudly for the table crumbs the scraps of isolation
my daughter once again claims to be hungry for something to subdue the boredom
cats roam the house driven mad by the intrusion longing for the old solitude
books line the night table on my lover’s side of the bed she reads one now
while the breeze glides across my face cigar smoke rising from the fence as i reach for the words
floating in the Carolina air
this is my bastardized version of a Kerouac haiku. Thanks David S. for the April prompt in Dead Poets Live
