A woman, flat-chested like a man; two dogs
lie before her like lions
at the gates of a palace.
Stately, big paws, steady gaze
Panting
Streaming spit on the beach.
A stick
behind her back
A few words,
and a few words more,
and the lecture concludes, and
she tosses the stick
ever so gently.
Dogs leap
-- the statues break --
They run for it
A twelve-foot DASH.
Trot back, one the victor
Lie politely
Surrender the stick
Drool
She nods and smiles like Queen Elizabeth
And talks, comments, commends
Addresses her parliament of dogs
Drool
Drool
Dogs at the pace of croquet.
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