I forgot my place.


It was a small thing I did
The tiniest hesitation
A furrow of brow
I did not say
"Do you think I am a trick dog?"
I hesitated.
I forgot my place.
And learned this is not so small.
His reminder was swift.
Words, quiet and stinging
The lash of his whip
Hot, sealing the correction
He did not hesitate.
I forgot my place.
Today .. my name is sandal.

 

Poetry
 

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