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The Bulletin Board - Nov. 15, 2025

  • Gary Hunter
  • 3 days ago
  • 1 min read

He loves this wall, puffs

the pit bull’s master, trying

to hold back the straining beast

 

So does mine, I say

 

to the curved garden wall

corner house

end of the street

 

a graffitied arc of dog watermarks,

a sloppiness of canine autographs

each overlaying a dozen others

 

after rain, all signatures dissolve

and the first mutt to reach the bulletin

board, lifts a leg and leaves a message

 

Hi, this is me, and when you get a chance,

tell me a little about yourself

 
 
 

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