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Saturday, May 28, 2011

Albert (In Praise of a Pug)

It’s been said
“dogs grow to resemble their masters”
maybe
we’re drawn to those who resemble us,
not like Narcissus,
but grabbed by the familiar
kiss of a kindred give and take.

Albert’s pug face shouts wide
ranging expressions. Most
are in a key of indignation.

Those few times,
happy times indeed,
when the joy does
come, ... it comes so overwhelming,
he snorts and puffs, he hops
and prances about His tiny body
can never contain it
and he lets it spill
all over me.

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