(of new-found love)
i grew up on a farm that my dad owned
a large place right by a state highway
where cars and buses and big trucks sped
by
at all times of the night and much more
by day
we always had a bunch of dogs milling
about
and there were always new ones coming in
to stay
but i wouldn’t pet the new ones for a
week or two
which also, i guess, kept them out of
the way
and the wrath of the residents and the
current
top dogs, be it ramprasad or brutus or
pyaare
but my reasons i admit were more
selfish. i just
wanted to be sure before i let them in
that they
would survive. for on the farm we’d come
to accept that
many a new strays would be claimed by
the highway
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