At Some Point in Every Day/
Our Paths Cross/
Me and/
An Unemployed Alaskan Malamute/
He Sits For Hours/
Calmly Waiting/
For Any Job/
But Nothing Happens/
Maybe He Needs/
A Sign, at Least/
A Plastic Igloo Doghouse
The Piercing Sound/
Of An Alaskan Malamutes Plaintiff Wail/
Fills The Calm Morning Air/
Perhaps He's sad/
Because He Dosn't Have A Job/
He,s Been Looking For Awhile/
But Nothing Yet/
The Wails Continue/I Go Over To See/
Right On/
He's Got A brand new/
Plastic Igloo Doghouse/
That He's Lying Beside/
I Look Closer/
And Understand/
Why He's Wailing/
The Brand New Plastic Igloo Doghouse/
Is To Small/
For An Unemployed Alaskan Malamute
The Mop
The Mop/
Lays Discarded By The Roadside/
Remembering It's Youth/
How Dirty Floors Were Cleaned/
And Faces Gleamed/
From The Reflections/Off The Shiny Floor/
All Now/
Just Memories
Wooden Tulips
Every Year/
About This Time/
They Begin To Appear/
Brightly Colored/
Wooden Tulips/
Flowers For/
The Gardening Impaired