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a trip to New York

He wears a beige skirt and fedora hat

He has a dog, his dog Lily, 

Plays off leash-

 

Three year old, a rescue

Splashing swashing dashing

Purling dribbling running bubbling.

 

 

A tremendous Great Danes, black and soft

Majestic, black beauty

 

Eliza, Charlie, Rooster, and Ferris.

 

 

Ferris by the lake with Lily

Plashing rippling lapping trickling

 

A small boat with red sails

Bright, pretty red sails, which gleam

It moves eighteen knots, past.

 

 

Ferris in the park;

He scuttles scurries darts ahead

Up the hill, now down the hill

Brobdingnagian Rooster at his tail 

Howbeit just out of reach.

 

 

Like the Invisible Man

He’s covered neck to crown

Hat up first

Shades above a fiery mask;

 

Her toe it swells

It itches it buzzes it stings it fumes.

 

 

All day and night

Every night a silent night, he sings

Somebody’s takin’ a trip somewhere....

 

The sun is nearly set by now

The lights are coming on

We withdraw to the auberge

 

Though I’m not sure that this is France.

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◄ found poem

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