Paul and his wife Callie in St. Augustine, FLHello,

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In my free time, I write poems and publish them on an email list. You can get on that email list by entering your email address below.

Here is a poem I wrote recently just to give you an idea of what you’ll be getting…

Bichon Frise

Consider the trash can, bichon frise,
you piss upon outside
Starbucks.

There is no one to comfort him
No shelter from the elements (including yours)
No simple pleasure to relieve his toil.

Still, he sits in spite of this
defiant.
Quietly laboring in his terrible office
taking in the waste of this world.
Keeping coffee cups from purgatory
once their fresh brewed glory is spent.
They come to him seeking an end.
And he delivers.

He is free in this. His fate is set.
Your insult is nothing.

What is your purpose, bichon frise?

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