The Palm of the Paw
Peter Jay Shippy Before we boarded the train Father buried our bobbed tails And showed us how to pull dogskin Over our long ears. The countryside Licked our window like tongues, swollen With raw honey and beer. At dawn The conductor brought eReaders And flowers, tea and hot cross buns. I still recall the vase… More
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