RIC S. BASTASA
When You Unleash The Dogs That Early Morning - Poem by RIC S. BASTASA
when you unleash the dogs
that early morning having first
tasted what freedom means
they rush outside like gaming
horses without jockeys go
hurriedly to the road leading
to the public plaza and there
drench the bushes with their
squirting fountains of urine.
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