Such a Silly Dog (a poem)

Poor little Nico, he’s a silly dog.

He scratches himself all day,

howls whenever we go away –

I see him after I’ve been gone,

he wags his tail, greets me at the door, asks,

“Where have you been?”

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Cooking with Rachel (a poem)

For Rachel Forth

The summer days are long and there’s still light outside

when we roll the dough and dance in the kitchen while

making stromboli – you lead the way, but teach me too –

you make it like it’s second-nature to you, a true cook,

and I’m your student – all I can make is scrambled eggs.

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