the young dog
is a blur of blonde
brown
hair, rushing
across the sand, unleased
in late September
along the shore.
tongue
hanging out happily
as it chases
gulls
and waves that crash
like long wet smiles
across
the sea.
it's hard to not
love
a dog like that, or
a person.
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