Brown Puppy and Friend
A neighbor lent a sheet or two
So I could write these lines.
She had a puppy, full of fear,
She offered all she could that day
Because life is a contradiction.
Her mom talked to a stranger back
In 1972. She was born a year later.
But now she smiles and talks to
A stranger, knowing the consequences.
Just who do I think I am asking
For paper, as if sugar, on a sunny day?
The neighbor who detects when you should die,
The one who knows the trouble in your eye.
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