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POEM: I’m Even In Love With Your Dog

I’m Even In Love With Your Dog

River runs to grab a tennis ball —
he yanks it out of the air on one hop
like a 19th-century ballplayer.
And then, because he’s yours,
he drops it beside a second ball
and goes back and forth between then.
Eventually he chooses, carries the winner over,
waits, tensed, for it to be thrown again.

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18 June 2024
Charlottesville VA

Published in My poems Poetry

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