William Carlos Williams
munching a plum on the street a paper bag of them in her hand They taste good to her They taste good to her. They taste good to her You can see it by the way she gives herself to the one half sucked out in her hand Comforted a solace of ripe plums seeming to fill the air They taste good to her
To a Sweet Old Dog
Casey LaRue
chewing his leg on
the floor his fluffy tail
wrapped around his body
It feels good to him
It feels good
to him. It feels
good to him
You can see it by
the way he licks his nose
and smiles at me
when he takes a break to breathe
Relieved
a peace of flealess fur
seeming to speak through his eyes
It feels good to him
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