a barking
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the man up the road
has finally flipped his
cookie press running
back and forth under
the full moon at three
in the morning today
yelping human arfs
arf arf like a fearsome
watch dog barking
incessantly at wild
danger invisible to us
but scary as hell to him
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Poem by Janet Cannon
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Previously published in
Long Shot
(Long Shot Productions, New Brunswick, NJ)
and
The Last Night in New York
(Janet's chapbook published by Homeward Press)
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