13 August 2009


He shouted rhetorically.

She spun her back to him

and caught the stupid echo,

the one that came from

the glass wall and the wooden floor.

"Woof!" she said then wanted to hear it again.

She thought it like a lovely picture to herself,

something to look at over and over and over.

It could fit in her pocket like a good little hammer.

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