like penguins
they come up
out of the subway
umbrellas
stretched out
repelling rain.
hunched
towards their
destinations
in small quick
steps.
heads down
in the wind.
how the years
go by.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters, with humor and pathos, emotional complaints of the soul and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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