Dog Trottin' My Song
Carryin’ a pad, walkin’ along
Rapped in mother’s east sun
The Elcalda’s bell dancin’ an incense memory
On a watery mirrored titillation
Mind paintin’ a peasant
Lime green on brown bench
Blacklegged
A bag of burnt red
Lawn sprinkler pantin’
The beat
Over left shoulder
He sits
Isolated
Center of three unknown brothers
In still homage to their caste
Burst
A rippling of children
Cascades to pool’s brim
Form clusters of clicks
Bands
Friends and paddy cake
Loners’ hangout
Make one line
Ebb away
Teachers command order
Gum swallowed
They dissolve in the mouth
Of a science center
Jog passin’ grandfather
Questions
Recordin’ the scene
(In thick Yiddish accent)
“Taking Inventory?”
Establishes a reason for being
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