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DOG THOUGHTS ON A SATURDAY NIGHT ~rough draft
by April Halprin Wayland

No light. No owner.
No ring of phone.

No toy, no friend
no large soup bone.

Life looms large
when I’m alone.

 

This is a mask poem–in which the poet becomes an animal or object and speaks from that perspective.¬† And these are rhymed couplets.


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