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Is that MY black dog-

with telltale compost on his nose?

Blade of grass, squash of persimmon,

some leggy insect on his forehead

next to the growth? Is that MY

red truck speeding up the vineyard's

central avenue, porta potty

bumping along behind, toilet paper

unfurling behind in celebratory loops?

Is that MY black dog

Jane Mead

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