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Vagrant
and a Dog
By Tatiana
Pahlen
A
man sulked on the bench
Face down onto
his hands.
An old dog
with pride
Fetched him
a bone from a hunt,
Scaring away
plump sparrows,
That picked
from his bags
The last stale
crumbs.
The man opened
his eyes
Nibbling lean
cheeks
With his toothless
mouth
And reached
for the dog, losing dice,
Fell through
the hole of his pocket.
Methodically,
being content,
The dog licked
his master's hand,
Wagging his
old sluggish body,
Abandoned a
long time by a vet,
Yet swayed
the great love of a vagrant.
March
8, 2000
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