Poem by Doniell Cushman
Husband raked the backyard
We created deep set tracks in mud Dog ran through it like it was bat day at Shea Stadium Tore up newly growing grass, Rolled around, boss of the yard Then smiled while leaving pieces of a torn up tennis ball n every cranny of the "lawn" © Doniell Cushman. All Rights Reserved. This poem or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. All rights reserved by Doniell Cushman.
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