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Sunday forenoon and a dog

Sunday forenoon and a dog

The Sunday market in the town
is slowing down, time for lunch
Chatty people leave
What is left is dust
Torn wrapping paper
And a dead dog near the bins
The cur’s snout is open, showing white teeth
The roof of the dog’s muzzle
is pink with brown spots
it must have been a young dog.
Silence.


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