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Friday, July 18, 2014

Fenced

I observe my thoughts,
running loose but not far,
like dogs in a fenced yard,
worrying down familiar paths,
fretting around trees already marked.
I see them, zigzagging, crouching,
laced with potential energy,
charging, repeating. Let them
tire themselves out. They will
slow down, quiet, come to me
with wet noses and frantic tails,
right to my hands, when they
are bored and hungry.

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