Thursday, April 30, 2009

Ladies with or without Pet Dogs: A series of prose poems: III



Lady Without a Pet Dog

I know a woman who insists on throwing a bright red ball into her empty yard.  When she finally retreats to her house, she is angry  that no clever canine returned the ball to her nicely slippered feet.

When friends confront her with a simple solution,  "Why don't you buy a dog?," she  shakes her head.  "Too much training and trouble.  I'd  rather play fetch with my own disappointment."

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