Dogs, disinterested in harps and theology,
upon entering Heaven discover a forest
the size of a world and all their friends
are there. Plenty who live with dogs
convert to this, too.
In the wee bright
Cars' passing floodlights like frightened
comets. We walk along an iron fenceline
between apartments and road
on a concrete line
where cigarettes mumble.
gasoline ruins
everything.
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