The Dogs
the dogs in different
colors all four of them
lay silent on the
porch
until you come this
morning
bringing that smile
that they all suspect
is something
wrong
the dogs smell
always
whatever disaster is
coming
even if they already
know your name.
go away, go away.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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