THESE DOG POEMS ~ rough draft
by April Halprin Wayland
are like a pile
of fresh-baked puppies,
weaving over and under each other.
How can I possibly
line up these squirming furballs?
When do I snap the picture?
It’s always fun to throw
an unanswered question or two into a poem.
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