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April 2016, vol 12 no 1

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Don Miller


I dreamed I heard
nails clacking
on the tile
once more the sound of rain
drops from the eaves

For the first time in 28 years Lisa and I are without a dog. So, I reckon we're going to have to bend over a bit more to clean the floor, or not 'accidentally' drop anything on it in the first place.

that day old bread crumb
on the floor
no moist tongue
to lick it up