Dinner
read so you remember to feed the dog
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poetPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Green fingers, yellow toes.
Her car slowed with a low
ered window. “Beautiful,”
she cooed to the dog.
She hoped he would
follow her, pull up
into the driveway.
She wandered,
nearly dreaming,
into a large bath
room that looked
out on the garden.
Somebody’s got to feed him.
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(steals from James Salter)
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Comments (3)
I like the flow and rhythm of this poem. Great work!
A nice poem by you.
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