Wet Saturday Poem by Kevin Fisher-paulson

Wet Saturday



I buried
the puppy in the
blue shade of
spruce sapling
while he kept her, howling, inside.
Soil wept for cold fur.

Saturday, July 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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Kevin Fisher-paulson

Kevin Fisher-paulson

New York, New York
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