A Day with the Dog

November 26, 2008
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The stick leaves my hand,
Spinning and whirling in its short flight.
She streaks past
Pumping her legs
Up
Down
Up Down
Like a sleek, brown bullet

She brings the stick back
I throw it
Again
And Again
And Again
And as I throw the stick
I watch the beautiful show unfold
Over
And over Again





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