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Two Poems

06.23.25 | Comment?

Obviam

When you

     meet the dark dog on the way

     sere grass under claw

It will look back

     if you pass

Let the window be your wall

     and the 

     ground your feet tread

And do not turn your head

     like the dark dog does

First Condition

The cat has a temper

     expressed in clear weather

Inside is all he knows

Outside is all he sees

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