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  good morning alison,

  there’s an old hound ( often several) lounging in the cool dirt of the
  crawlspace under every rambling old country house down here. also, raggedy
  chickens roaming in the yard. abundant southern haiku subject matter.
  there’s alot to be said for country living…. images of nature here can
  make the city look sterile. nature is immanent ….

  - crawlspace dogs -

  dozing in coolness

  lounging flea-bit in the dirt

  exit, shake dust-clouds.

  -old yeller -

  old yellow hound sleeps

  in the middle of dirt road

  cars drive around him…

  - chickens -

  ubiquitous fowl,

  tattered, scratching the dirt yard

  for each bug, loud clucks.

  Comment by johanna — June 25, 2009 @ 3:57 am

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  I like to think they’d stop and stare in Larchmont too but maybe with a bit of honking.

  Comment by Ariel — June 25, 2009 @ 5:10 am

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  OH…..did he limp off the road too? Nobody hit him, right? Please tell me nobody hit him…

  Comment by Kelly — June 29, 2009 @ 7:44 am

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