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Walking My Dog in the Rain



she grins at me
so proud

I swing the wet
hot pink plastic bag
away from her snout

my baby blue umbrella
gives no cover

we don't notice
we are drowning

safety orange jacket
with pockets full of treats
my cell phone demands attention

but I can't find my brain

the box I keep it in
was swept away

by rain

Harmony Mooney

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