I dont know where to stand
At parties. Too near
My companion and I finish
Every other story, start
Few of my own, too far
From her and I can't find
An opening to speak at all.
I am forever underfoot.
Lord help us if things get political.
Today I gave up.
Broke away from the two
Conversations loosely reigning
My efforts at sociability
To roll in the grass with the dogs.
I always know the right thing
To say to a dog.
This is very inviting to read. I really like it. My only complaint is with the "lord help us if things get political" line. It is a very abrupt shift from the idea of being forever underfoot that is so developed earlier in the poem, and then the second stanza doesn't build on it at all as it starts quite literally with a break from the first stanza. I fell like that line is just a bit adrift in the middle of the poem. All around, great though.
ReplyDelete