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white dog in a cemetary at dawn

Posted to Action Poetry

i saw a white dog moving
with lucid grace between the
marble headstones, stopping
to sniff at a weed-covered slab,
frozen, listening to something
between the rows that stand
in stark & mute silence
then sprinting off toward the north
paws all akimbo & fur flying
i saw the dog disappear
into a grove of oak trees
roots buried a thousand feet deep
leaves shivering in the cold air
the sun in searing curvature
on the fault line of the immortal earth

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