stood
over my dog,
his black gun catching
the low
light of sunrise,
and as i ran
home
with my wagon,
still half full of newspapers,
tears
in my eyes.
i heard the shot behind me.
i shook my
mother awake to tell her
what happened.
the car
that ran the dog over.
she put me
to bed,
wiped the tears
and held me,
then went out to finish
my
route.
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