A Dog Contemplates His Fortune Nothing’s finer than a gentle breeze on a Sunday under the yellowwood trees at a café where I smell meat and a blue-haired girl gives me a treat as a busking guitarist playing the blues kissed by the girl with the loud tattoos pays forward her largesse by calling me over for a caress while her fellow sings “Walking the Dog” and treats the crowd to an epilogue.
Gaby Bedetti is a professor of English at Eastern Kentucky University. Her poems, photos, and translations have recently appeared in Cold Mountain Review, Typehouse, Los Angeles Review, New Delta Review, and World Literature Today. She is circulating a co-translation of the selected poems of Henri Meschonnic. Visit her at https://gabriellabedetti.wordpress.com/.