Two Poems

by David Estringel

Black Dog

The black dog

lounges ‘neath the apple tree

‘mongst baskets

overflowin’ haphazard tumbles

o’ reds

n yellows

n greens,

cas'ally gnawin’ its newly 'quired bone.

Looks right past me—

disinterested—

tow’rd unadorned trunks o’er my shoulder,

turning a blind eye

and fickle attentions

‘til

the last apple falls.

The Day the Apples Fell

Driving down I-90—

Lucky Strike danglin’

from my mouth—

an empty suitcase

sits in the back

ready for a harvest

BIO: David Estringel is a Xicanx writer, Professor of English, and EIC at The Argyle Literary Magazine and Blood+Honey with words at The Opiate, Cowboy Jamboree, Dreich, Ethel, Literary Heist, Street Cake, The Milk House, and The Honest Ulsterman. David has published seven poetry/hybrid collections, six poetry chapbooks, and one co-authored novel Escaping Emily through Thirty West Publishing House. Connect with David on X @The_Booky_Man and his website www.davidestringel.com.