While I question existence <br />seek purpose and a god <br />the dog sniffs the trash bin <br />in howling hunger <br /> <br />and me bowel driven <br />trudge home from work <br />find hope in the neon <br />where the drongo harvests insects <br />its black wings cast an irrational night <br />of drunken refuge... <br /> <br />a home a poem and her.<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/refuge-30/
