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Friday, April 19, 2013

National Poetry Month #19

Short on time today. No big intro, just that I like this poem (obviously)...

by John Ciardi

Stiff-dog death, all froth on a bloody chin,
sniffs at the curb. Skinny-man death, his master,
opens the traffic's hedge to let him in.
Jog was his name, silliness his disaster.
He wasn't satisfied to scare the truck:
he had to bite the tire. Fools have no luck.