Poems

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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