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Dogs & Doves

It's the day I am trusted, left alone
in the strangers' house
that he chooses his leanest weapons.

I don't know where I am, the language
of this place like a spinning machine.
I am sleeping in my dream and cannot wake.

Paper-eyed Huskies are outside barking
as they watch him pull open the back screen.
From my double dreaming I recognize warning

but sing into my pillow, I can change the dream,
give myself wings and go if I must.
I can learn the language, invent the language

build myself strong, invisible, both.
But the dogs know better. They have
snatched birds out of skies and they

recognize these motions.

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