
is just the shadow of the dog…
The dog is elsewhere, and constantly
on the move.
~ Charles Wright
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brown naked body
sprawled beneath the sun
scars of ritual and beauty
crossing its belly
where birds, dogs and people
have left tracks
soon make invisible
by waxing tide
Thank you to the editors of Agape: A Creative Arts Magazine who first published this poem.
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