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Pepper

She’s still as an awakened sentry,
Scanning beyond the fence,
Ears forward and square,
Left flank warm against my arm
As I sit, silent, on the back porch steps,
Imagining a young planet
Clothed with a roiling chemistry
That will congeal in time to many things,
Including a black lab
Sharing a summer evening with me.

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I’ve retired after a career teaching law. I divide my time now between Athens, Georgia, in the States and the south coast of Ireland.