breakdown in my yard

<p>'breakdown in my yard'</p> <p><br></p> <p>i was the first&nbsp;</p> <p>and last</p> <p>to hold you.</p> <p><br></p> <p>i could not leave you</p> <p>my intentions true;</p> <p>i tell myself you knew that</p> <p>as i scooped you into my hand.</p> <p><br></p> <p>ssh, small thing</p> <p>what else could i say or do&nbsp;</p> <p>aside from cradling you against my chest.</p> <p><br></p> <p>i would have healed you</p> <p>had i the chance</p> <p>but you pissed your life out</p> <p>from between my fingers</p> <p>and i could not cup you</p> <p><br></p> <p>not anymore.</p> <p><br></p> <p>i buried you behind a tree.</p> <p>i shoveled slowly.</p> <p>i lowered you with care.</p> <p><br></p> <p>i went inside my house&nbsp;</p> <p>hid in the basement&nbsp;</p> <p>beside the washer and dryer&nbsp;</p> <p>fingers sticky with piss and dirt</p> <p><br></p> <p>and sobbed over a sparrow.</p> <p><br></p> <p>and sobbed over my father.</p> <p>and sobbed over my dog.</p> <p><br></p> <p>i could not keep together&nbsp;</p> <p>any of the three.</p> <p><br></p> <p>#barflypoet</p> <p>#josephapinto</p> <p>www.josephpinto.com&nbsp;</p> <p>© Copyright Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.</p> <p>*</p> <p>Poetry served to you raw and unedited from the moment crafted;</p> <p>all poetry is older work and chosen at random unless otherwise noted.</p> <p>*</p> <p>‘Scotch and Scars’ and ‘A Distilled Spirit’ in paperback and Kindle ebook at Amazon.</p>