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Marco Bo
Poems
Sep 2018
the dog secrets N. 1
underneath this gray suburban sky
cold nose I look at the gate and nod
you’re coming
I can feel you in the air!
yes, okay I go back and sit down
and lower my ears
and widen my eyes
and I look at you
I look at how big you feel
right in front of me
majestic
you do not bend
you look forward into the void
then you smile
but I know I have to wait a bit longer
I sit foaming at the mouth
and at that time
on the ground the prize arrives
then you go inside
to take off your suit
put on your old coat a little waterproof
and with broken cuffs and then
the game begins
you run after me I escape
then I turn around and I search for you and run to you
I open my mouth like I’m biting
and you happy
order “no!”
yes I know
I know
I know this is the game
and then I’ll give you my side and beat my tail everywhere
and then
“Enough!” you shout
and then
go, run!
and just like so
for a few minutes a day
the last minutes of light before sunset
under this gray suburban sky
you pretend to be free
like me
master man
Written by
Marco Bo
48/M/Italia
(48/M/Italia)
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