sing the morning
crystal rain on ready grass
inside we watch her
child, as peanut as any legume
patting the older couples' aging shih tzu
tentative-both
pink button nose, warm
black olive nose, wet
four eyes big and moist, staring
they would sacrifice comfort of home
for new friend, each
most likely will never meet
on sung morning
touched by prism rain
again
Thursday, October 13, 2016
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