Bamboo Shoots Submission for Year of the Pig
Old Dog
Pulled by a fragile memory
of an unpardonable deed,
you amble crookedly
to the door.
Relief lies just beyond
–yet
you circle back,
struggling with consumption
of circular destination.
The urgency disappears–
under your toes,
under the long dark arch
of toenails,
tracking back and forth,
back and forth
–paw prints coloring
your relief.
Prompt: Unknown