dogs and lights
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dogs and lights
dogs and lights
lived in a beach shack
with my dog molly
barely any running water
took baths in the sink
ate what was caught n trapped-
in shallow bay's currents
sands n mud
- lights flickered -
violent thunderstorm
rolled through one day
thought we would
blow into the sea
the power went out
days without - but kept
livin there -
the two of us
the utility man
finally arrived
with all sorts of tall
tales about electricity
at the beach
told him not to worry
don't need it any more -
learned to live without
well he said
" guess it's ok
for a man to live like this
but we gotta get some power
in here for your dog"
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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.