Wednesday, November 18, 2015

A mixed-breed guard dog barking at an intruder...
the garage guard dog
next to him leaning in close
his young replacement
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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

My Doberman

Blue Doberman Pinscher.
My Doberman killed a rabbit.
From inside the house I heard
the high-pitched squealing of it,
like a piglet or a baby crying.
When I went out to see he dropped it,
shamefaced, at my feet—
bloody, torn, broken,
formless as a hobo’s shoe.
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dying leaves on trees changing color falling down where now is your soul

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