10 December 2005

dogs dont die [k-1]

we laughd as we threw dogs
off th bank
and into th rushing white water
laying boundaries b/w man and pet
wild through th trees
charges of stream pressure
and crash
            th calls of white swans and grizzly bears
are intense sneaks
and wherever you are, it comes so still
so still and rolling over
quieter than grass in th breeze
here it comes th melody
rises and catches th summer sun
so ravens can go solar
pine
pianos

and oh th dogs run up th bark
banking on another toss
into th white waters

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