distant dogs barking

A poem by Ty Brando

distant dogs barking

Somewhere north of the porch

way past the last fence facing east memories

rise up dusty as gravel underfoot and

distant dogs barking

Howling at the moon

late, but not too soon walking

in the dark in

night itself and

distant dogs barking

Sounds come in clips in the

rarified air and 

Greeeenfields ringing, twisted

winding roads and

distant dogs barking

There’s a message on the wind without

language, a beat, beat, beat of a

finger tapping on a wooden

bar in the west where 

there’s distant dogs barking

Sitting still I breathe in the quiet between

each unstoppable bark though

the dawn is dawning in

silence save the sounds of

distant dogs barking