1970 Christmas Eve near the Rio Grande
in our trailer in the orange grove
firecrackers dogs and roosters
repeat the bang bark cockadoodle
sporadically all night

We miss the hush of snow
much as kids miss daddies
tokin’ it up in Vietnam
caroles are the same
blonde Mexican Talking Barbi
barking perros and firecrackers
roosters and oranges on branches
cheap beer in supermarkets

2007 November near the St. Lawrence
in our house surrounded by winded maples
traffic and ipods tracking down the street
the barking is me opening my yap
crowing my opinions like fireworks
in my personal heavens
Canucks in Afganada dying
world is warming up everywhere
buying a burka Barbi for Christmas?

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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2 Responses to barking

  1. drew says:

    you got me good on this one, this was amazing. doubled back on itself and caught me in my favorite moment. thanks

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