TRENCHANT PROHIBITIONS
The dog walks softly on its own
cloud of being, while I, in effect,
jet ski across my presumptions.
There is no tarnish to this silver,
nor any twist within this lace.
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We both rove, yet remain alone,
together. Not too much in common,
even the words and the shoulders
are all different between us. I step
through the mud, while the dog
tries lapping the waters I avoid.
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