Ode To Rope Dog, a poem.

Ode To Rope Dog.

I snap down each letter on my board,

Shape each word each sentence like clay,

Stumbling bumbling vainly forward.

The rope dog has not come today.

I sit as arbiter to this game,

Robes a swirl of ash and gray.

No living soul trots by my pane,

The rope dog has not come today

Dry and cracked my palette pleads

Once again to play.

Still, nothing grows -  these spoiled seeds!

The rope dog has not come today.

Empty mind and blank ahead

Here in this café.

Still I wait for thoroughbred,

The rope dog has not come today.

Wearily I hike this low plateau,

Its tired towers of clay.

Crumbling tumbling down they go.

The rope dog has not come today.

Too long I sit too long I stay

The rope dog did not come today.