Friday, March 19, 2010

a silly poem about puppies

Want a puppy or wanting to be a puppy
Warm laps;
lapped love
Licking and making my
soul wag

The park is less empty
Scented colors
(it must have been dogs that invented those markers, or
our desires to get in touch with puppies perhaps)
And never was there reluctance for the outing
or that which couldn't be cured by
a biscuit.

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