Brown puppy

Sorry if I seem distant
but sometimes I find myself
still wandering the woods
with mussed up hair,
my pockets full of bottle caps.

There are many of us here,
lured by men with promises.
Mine had a brown puppy
with lonesome eyes,
in the backseat of his Buick.

That dog!
Would she have traded
those lonesome eyes for mine,
so that I might know
the laughter of children
instead of the darkness of the forest.

© 2017 gibson grand