Tethered lemons.

I had a dog they kept on a rope 

Tethered to the world on a atmospheric day

And one day it spoke and asked me 

Are you atlas writing about the science of 

Sleeping dogs that layed when a hen like you 

And dog like me Could be sitting in

The trees Braiding ropes to fly 

a paper kite.

on a Breezy day down by the river where

It runs high just past the box of stones 

that cross the spring near the tavern 

Of gods and Dolphins and wheels that are now dry

as the lemons are juiced and poured over ice.