Treasure Island

Ray Quesada

(08-08-1986)

Still as Confused


The gentle dog lays his broken soul
on the cement in Arizona sunlight
Sun that bleeds life and warmth
onto the painted mountains

Dog - - carries his loyalty
his lonely, impoverished dog dignity
and honor
throughout this confusing
world of Man...

Does the dog know why he lives
to fight another day?
Do we ourselves know why?

-Now the clouds bring their overcast,
temporary gloom, and the wind
stops- -
The trees bow their heads
together
in silent prayer
for Mankind
and for dogs and cats as well
who drag their shattered
hearts
around in the magical scenes
of existence

-their eyes gleam
quantum significance
until they are splattered
on a road one unlucky day
- or the day they die of old age
still as confused (maybe even more so)
as they were in priceless, innocent youth.

- -The sun cuts a hole
in the clouds again
resurrecting cigarette butts in ashtrays
-the sun is a brilliant ball of Hope
convincing me
to remove my neck from this rope.
-July 26th,2013-

Submitted: Sunday, August 25, 2013
Edited: Monday, August 26, 2013
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