Sunday, July 7, 2013

A Note to My Dog

Don’t ask! I was unusual,
As you know, my animal friend…
Smokes, a bottle, humor and wit;
Immortal days without end!

I’ve outgrown my leather sandals,
My Leghorn friend under the clover…
Six decades after this photograph
My Smoking days are over.

Yesterday I spit out a tooth;
A life reduction I did not like…
It signaled the beginning of Phase ll:
The Deconstruction of Mike.

Otis, our days are numbered,
We owe each other the truth...
I've noticed your mind is missing;
Otis, don't stare at my missing tooth. 

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