The moon sure is pretty tonight hiding behinds the clouds of fog. Like a
giant unwrapped gift all the joy of it is still there, just protected,
for none to see. She tries to see through the clouds and forgets to be
quiet as she passes the green house on the end,
Her breath ragged she curses her asthma and stops to
slow the stitch then walks to the side of the house. She opens the
window, feet first she lowers herself.
“Thought I’d let you figure what to do with me. A luau or camping next
to the river, you decide!” She smiles and he reaches a hand out towards
Barking loudly she walks by as carefully inching along quietly, even
still like a game of dominos; one more dog barking, then two then all
the dogs are yowling by the time she makes it past Harold St. I just
woke the whole neighborhood! Anxious she begins to run, just 3 more
blocks to go.
watching her flinch and look ahead past him he reaches still,
combing her wild hair behind an ear, seeing bruises graze her neck;
softness washes his features and Frankie looks away, a tear falling,
“Oh shit! That damn dog!”
All the houses close together she listens to her flip flop
flop and her sandals thud her heart in time too a stitch searing her
A hand grabs her feet guiding
them towards the washer, feet shuffle, that must be
Dennis laughs and grabs her feet. “Nice shoes Frankie, couldn’t decide
the occasion?” Grabbing her hand she jumps to the floor.