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Word Got Out

That dog is getting on my nerves.
He seems to be texting someone
or at least drumming up business

for the next sideshow attraction
deplaning in the second room on the left.
Watch your step, will you, please?

It's quite nice to be a Chinese take-out
not unlike reeling in a really big one
with twenty-pound test.

Yet another kindred spirit emboldened
to take an early retirement.
The way it's done is theater:

the house lights dim
the strings coax a melodic line
creating a surplus of found nail art

while hard-to-buy-for relatives
accessorized in ways not worth mentioning
blow in on antique cookie cutters.