Thursday, January 5, 2012

Red Dog

the red dog spins kicking up a veil of red clay dust in the cold morning trailer yard down there in the hole next to highway 70 where the dogs are all tied to trees under christmas lights strung on garbage cans and a christmas tree leans on the steps that lead to the door ajar where i see the flash of a blue tv screen and a black boy stands in there waiting and waiting and waiting and the rest of his dogs are diving and pulling at their chains and shaking their cages as the red dog dances because he is free for just this moment until the boy catches him and ties his head up again . . .

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