Dog afternoon
It is a breathtaking, floriferous feast
that meets the weary eye
with multitudes of shifting tones
a sodden, shiny green day that gleams
on a late rainy afternoon
the dog is more fond of
than I am, at first.
Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2009-06-02 at 20:27
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