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Micropoetry
Black Dog Rain
No great genius has ever existed without some touch of madness. — Aristotle
my black dog
runs toward the doorway always
tongue dripping with happiness
an almost imperceptible grin
proclaiming
this is home
my black dog
pours the excited pathway each-day
mind overflowing with expectations
protraction always a mystery
in never failing to surprise
my black dog
never one for sadness really
always climbs in faithfulness the stairway
with those happy monday
thoughts
my black dog
caught between the theory and the
not quite mad at all my one and only
honorary canine
sunday’s asinine insanity
delivered
in a perpetual state
of norm