Lucky Dogs
I witnessed a love moving
from a man to a dog.
Some month ago,
our neighbors got married.
Happiness, kisses,
flying in and out.
It seemed like endless love.
Last week my neighbor’s scratched face,
the blood dripping down his face like tears,
killed my sleep.
His screams and mad exit,
were THE END signature
of this love story.
Yesterday his ex-wife
stopped her BMW in haste.
She came out of her car
passionately kissing
a big dog.
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