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The dog wanted to run away
so badly he would have stolen
a row boat and rowed night and day
but the dog-in-a-boat escape
reminded him of a screenplay
Pixar had in development
and he’d rather suffer and stay
than embrace the Disney ethos.
I watched a stray dog walk across
a parking lot that was empty
but not flat. Rain water gathered
into puddles in depressions
in the asphalt and here and there
the asphalt was cracked, jutting up
jagged edges above puddles.
Since the water reflected sky
the edges of broken asphalt
looked like mountains against the sky
at a tiny scale and scattered
here and there in the asphalt world.
I watched a stray dog walk across
that asphalt world of rain puddles
under pretend asphalt mountains.
At a point—I watched carefully—
the stray dog stopped and sniffed the ground.
The dog scratched with its right front paw
at something, bent and sniffed again,
then walked away, leaving the lot,
disappearing in an alley
connected to the parking lot.
The stray dog never howled, at least
not while I watched it in the lot.
I walked across the parking lot
myself, of course, to the same point
where the stray dog had stopped to sniff
and scratch at the asphalt. I found
marks in the dirt on the asphalt
where the dog’s right front paw had scratched
at something that only the dog
was aware of because I saw
nothing different about there,
that spot, than any other spot
anywhere in the parking lot
I could see with my human eyes.
Wild dogs cry out in the night and
stray dogs walk across parking lots
and stop to scratch at things they see
or smell. Maybe they stop to scratch
at something and it has nothing
to do with what they see or smell.
If I’d had a guitar with me
I would have stopped and sat down there
and played some music at that spot
the stray dog found and showed me when
I walked across the parking lot
I watched a stray dog walk across.
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Wild Dogs As Acoustic Holdouts
Makeup, Jazz And Wild Dogs
Folklore Of The Carnivore: Taylor Swift
No Lights In My Kitchen (Or Anywhere Else)
The wild flowers growing
out in the wild are strumming
acoustic guitars.
Freedom From The Wild/Lost In Metonymy
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