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poem



by Mark Child



A Neighbor Walks His Old Dog and This Is What I Imagine


 

He thinks,

How much longer will we do this, boy-o?

His dog is ancient, stiff-legged, imperial,

thin to begin with,

 

                                    now

 

thinning out and out and out:

an evaporating mist.

 

                                    The dog

lifts its nose to the wind:

every sort of life,

every sort of death

within twelve miles explodes in his head,

and he does not think about time at all.

 

 

Mark Child is a writer and painter living in Evanston, Illinois. He earned his MFA from Columbia College Chicago, and is the former Director of The Story Workshop Institute. He hopes to get a dog this Spring.

 

 

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