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Sunday Morning The dogs rouse in frenzy. Off-key choir when I come in, Black Lab on my lead.
We track wet spruce paint cedar soil distant air along chain-link pews.
The dogs bow bony haunches hooked to air.
Worshipping. -from Shelter, 2009 Alice James Books
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