Finally (Three Years)

June 18, 2004


Searching again for my poet’s eye, I look to the Beats for inspiration.

At 2:30 in the morning, I walked outside to have a cigarette and was amazed, although not for the first time, at how loud and alive the backyard was. Seated in the middle of a swamp, I took drag after drag trying to identify each sound.

I was standing in the living room by the sliding glass door waiting to let Sadie in from outside. She must not have been looking or thinking because she ran right into it. I was facing the other way, but I heard a loud thump, and turned around to see my dog backing away from the door, slightly dazed.

Well, it’s about time!

Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist