shot glass
"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Brian Beatty


Walking the Dog in Winter

The dark's companion animals,
we circle the giant moon the lake

becomes every morning and night.

It's too early or too late or too cold
for any neighbors to make it out.

So lost in the fog of our own breath

we walk alone, just the two of us,
like the brush stroke of an old, blind

zen master we'll also never meet.