“For Harley”(c) 2021 by Michael L. Utley I wonder if he ever knew his earsHad failed him as he nosed the gravel roadCollecting scents of all that passed that wayAs afternoon slipped into eventideAnd xanthous-tinted rabbit brush held sway Amid god-beams Gilded god-beams His pup days had long passed as elder grayFrosted his chin and … Continue reading “For Harley”