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Dogs 2016

BABBLING BROOK
(10/26/16)

I can hear
the water
bumping
its way along
the creek
bed

hear
the wind
rustling the
trees

the bushes

the long grass

hear
the birds

the bugs

sounding
their calls

then
the machine
press
starts
another run

I don't need
to be
in the wild
to be
the wild

but it
sure would
beat
another morning
on the assembly
floor