Larry
Schug lives
near a large tamarack bog in St. Wendel Township, Minnesota, and works at the
College of St. Benedict as a Recycling Coordinator, which he claims is a fancy
job title that means he sorts other people's garbage. He’s published four
volumes of poems and has two more in the oven.
Larry
Schug
Come Home
My damn dog's run away again
and I get so mad-
doesn't he know who feeds him?
I holler and holler, yell 'til I'm hoarse;
America! America!
Come on home.
I know he can hear me
but he just ignores me
until he finally comes home
ragged and bloody, limping,
his tail tucked between his legs.
He's good for awhile,
but off in the distance
I hear another dog barking
and now he's perked up his ears,
his nose is in the air,
he's growling again.
