Touching on Distraction
Along cracks to the garage,
It’s like owning a mirage;
Thus between hard stars,
Evan sweeps among cars.
That’s why to you I love,
Fitting company like a glove;
Because when I smell from us,
A sausage biscuit is on a bus.
Truth is directed within the parks,
Out of all sorts of forgotten barks;
However real a goal turns out firm,
Both dogs may cuddle with a worm.
It’s like owning a mirage;
Thus between hard stars,
Evan sweeps among cars.
That’s why to you I love,
Fitting company like a glove;
Because when I smell from us,
A sausage biscuit is on a bus.
Truth is directed within the parks,
Out of all sorts of forgotten barks;
However real a goal turns out firm,
Both dogs may cuddle with a worm.
*It’s a poem for Evan and Juanita, who live in a nice house
with two dogs. Who knows? Maybe they’re all dogs, but they’ve moved to
a new home where a garage rhymes with a mirage in my dialect, which I’ve picked
up from dad.
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