Cora
From my understated porch she oversees
Gazing at the sky she fidgets
She has outgrown her gown
And her unkempt hair frames her tender face
My shirt is saturated with sweat and
Day break is reluctant
The ground doesn’t give
I dig nonetheless
An adequate hole emerges
I place Cora in the soil
Her red collar in place
In unison the task harkens sobs
She rests blind to her end
We talk about her less and less
We move on