garrison bear

Outside the tent
an irregular huffing
a tin can clatters

Gleaming SUV turns
onto a grunting staring street
nobody looks
everyone watches

The bear is just looking
one who looks
might see

A dog scurries out of
a doorless chassis on its axels
chases a drifting sheet of newspaper

Huge black nose snuffles
the tent flap
listens to my silent heart

SUV turns the corner

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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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