flowing against the odds

.

against the odd ball priest
that wanted to hold his against her
she thwarts with pity

against thoughtless friend
who gave an escape-artist-dog
to him who’s 12 yr. dog-friend
was killed by a car
escaping

against his cry “don’t-touch-me”
she wades thru his “bag-of-shit-life”
cause we’re all walking wounded
and she loves

against dream robbers he remembers
to pray to powers-that-be to
protect him from the baddies
who exhausts

they would show the way home
if they could…
.