The town lies baked in dust and dejection;
today belongs to the ant masters
of the chemical trail. I walk,
feeling as though I’ve lost someone
and not knowing where to find them.
An ugly harmless lizard lies by a fence,
tongue flickering in blue primordial patience
while a dog barks its warning to an empty house.
Sleep will run from me again tonight,
but the barking will go on and on.
Published in The Lonely Crowd
S.C. Flynn 