Footnote: Seventies Summer In The Backyards

Warm breezes bring the

stench of fresh dog poop on this

street, the town's edge.  We---

later---can gaze upon the

night's full compliment of stars.

 

Kyakuchuu

 

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I can still smell the dog doo

I can still smell the dog doo now--oh wait, my dog just expelled some gas.

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I understand that, as my

I understand that, as my dog's recent fart, a few mpments ago, inspired the thoughts that became this poem.


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