Kindred Spirits

Outside to smoke, I see a dog across
The street. It's gotten out from
Underneath a fence, and runs,
With joyous freedom, on that
Street, disrupting lines of honking,
Passing cars. A man comes through
The fence's gate, and yells, and then
He grabs the dog. He pulls it back
Within the fence, as I, done with my
Cigarette and break, return inside.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2013-01-13 at 13:38

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