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

Karen Harryman

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This Dog

Her brittle cage of bones at the end of my leash,
this dog waking us at dawn to pee, panting,
shuffling between us in the bed–she will die soon
then later, you and I. Meanwhile there's fire
coming for my sister's house. Already ash
dusts the hood of her truck. Steadily it comes
even as she plans her simple wedding, even
as she pauses to admire the new sapphire,
her pale hand poised against the yellow sky.