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Thursday, December 2, 2010

Poetry: Walking the Dogs After Thanksgiving

"wandering with my dogs on the day after Thanksgiving"

dog tags tinkle
in dissonance against the snap of puddles under foot,
leftovers from last night's rainsong

the pup alerts--
a somersaulting oak leaf tumbles over frosty grass,
lifted by a gust, it is gone

ricocheted rays
off curb-ice-crust arrests my wayward glance, I pause,
blinded; dogs sniff, then we walk on

before long
the winter wind which croons with tree limbs
will not vie for our attention above the grousing of blue-traffic-clatter
and we will live
in the woods
before long

Leaves caught in a splintered, frozen puddle.

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