My dog rolls in dung on the trail. I shouldn't mince words, I think it was dog shit.

Then he ate it.

…we found each other, and that led to the annual three or four night adventures in Puerto Vallarta overlooking Banderas Bay. A six-thousand foot deep Banderas Bay, waves breaking white over blue and shimmering to the horizon, where oceanside meals are easily found and trinkets constantly sold, where a beach-combing vendor dropped his rather large and alive iguana on my shoulder, then asked me for money. Where too much tequila can be easily drunk…

In my head there should be a factory

Unfortunately it may be closing

It’s more like a dying pet store

animals abandoned

shelled seeds strewn on cage floors

birds flutter around the bars

searching to fly free

peck for seeds but live on

stray chaff