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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Dave Worrell

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Poodle in the Storm

You thrived forty years far away in the sun,
then a mutant thing stole away your blond glory,
compelled you to stare at its face in the mirror.
You cried out to me so I told you this story:
Once in a wild electric storm
a delicate poodle
strutted through lightning,
a massive oak branch
clenched in her jaws.

With fierce blue eyes you stared it down,
laughed at the thought of tattooed-on nipples.
Soon you will climb Mount Klyuchevskaya,
bask in late day sun at the summit.