Into the Porches
daily poems sent to The White House by Thomas Crofts
Monday, February 13, 2017
poem III: SMELLS LIKE VICTORY
The dog moved in
quiet, close and closer
so slowly as to be
barely moving
repeating to himself
his mantra:
‘...stealth, Argos, stealth...’
and the skunk’s ass
just exploded
nice one
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