Poem: Concrete Dogs

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Concrete Dogs

Everyone is (not) fine,
staring through the fence in unison and longing eyes,
never breaking formation,
the fine finish chipping off,
hoping no one notices,
patentedly ignoring the gate,
unlocked and open,
waiting.

About this poem.

Yeah, you. Me too.

Tom

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