Poetry by David Filer

Dedicated to The Imani Project

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Dog Days

he sits still

under practiced

denials

as far

as he can

out of love’s

sunny glare

 

hopes 

for an early

Fall

deep fronts

of doubt

followed by dark

days

of emptiness

 

weather

he knows

he can survive

wrapped

in the safety

of old flesh

 

and he

thanks god

for how slowly

it will pass

 

August 2010

 

—David Filer