After breakfast I walk my dog.
In the early morning haze,
he hops over fallen tree branches;
Mud and peony petals litter our path.
He bristles at the big dog across the street
I brood over vaccinations, quarantines.
We both seek a safe way home,
face a longer road to serenity.
Frank C. Modica is a retired teacher who taught children with special needs for over 34 years. His writing is animated by interests in history, geography, and sociology. Frank writes to satisfy an itch that never seems to go away. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in Rat's Ass Review, Dodging the Rain, Blue Mountain Review, and Raconteur Review. Frank's first chapbook is forthcoming from Alabaster Leaves Publishing.