I packed and hit the bar
My mind sharp on my destination for the day.
The pub’s small dog was snarling at a stranger
on the street –
sharp fangs bare.
The stranger raised his arm unconsciously –
showing a scar, faded with the years, but still visible.
The hearth of home was waiting for me –
I saw it sharp before my eyes
Then I hauled my trunk on the cart and left.
(c) 2018, MK
Sunday whirl #341 came, as usual, with interesting words to make you think and flex your poetic mind.