Two Poems

Doubt
He is a lugubrious bloodhound,
overlarge and looming
with his shadow
as he trails your heels,
occasionally stepping
in front of you,
tripping you up
with his ungainly paws,
fetching back to you
all of the
errors
you tossed aside,
or else
digging up your
failures
long buried
in those forgotten ossuaries
of regret and shame.
Pride attempts to leash him,
but whom is
jerking around
whom?

Legalese
I am still amazed
at how my father
can build a house from the
ground up,
as briskly as you please
and only infrequently faltering,
whereas I studied
words
and syntax
and import,
learning to brick together
clauses
to form meaning;
learning to deconstruct
meaning
within
technobabble and esoteric jargon.
It has yet to shelter me,
this skill set,
but I console myself with the
pretension
that a single clause
in a legal document
could take away my
house,
my
possessions,
my
life,
if I was not aware of its meaning.
But this is a cold comfort
as I lay among my
sheets of paper,
wary of the next unkind
wind
wandering my way.

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