Autumn waiting

Like leaves, those who can’t find home

scatter. Mangy dogs crane necks,

sniff for the dank smell of shelter.


Twilight falls on my porch swing

and into my coffee cup,

flutters up again with the steam,

orange against the night.


Published by

Patrick Dobson

Patrick Dobson was founded in 1962. He is a writer, scholar, ironworker, and poet who lives in Kansas City, MO. He is author of two books with the University of Nebraska Press, Seldom Seen: A Journey into the Great Plains (2009) and Canoeing the Great Plains: A Missouri River Summer (May 2015). Dobson is a work in progress until termination.

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