Two dogs rumbling with each
other. They are like two
sculptures. Their eyes do all
the talking. They push
and pull. This way one shines
its glory, and the other
screeches its darkness. Every time
they get closer, I, a small child, get further
away. Soon enough I back up and hit
a wall. I am blinded
by horror. I fall off the porch,
and silence is in the air.
So they drift toward
me. Then a sudden bump
lifts me up. I rise up with excruciating
generosity. It feels as I if I'm being helped.
I feel better and walk away
swishing back and forth, side to side.
Yonatan Kahsay