The dog finds more dogs, using a keen sense of smell. Then he ignores them.
Category: Haikuish Objects
Caveat: Poem #1209 “Sow and reap”
Caveat: Poem #1208 “The hidden world”
There is morning fog. Crows cross streets and discuss things. Cars drift, secretive.
Caveat: Poem #1203 “Out there”
Caveat: Poem #1202 “Rockstacking”
Caveat: Poem #1201 “All that is holey”
Caveat: Poem #1200 “Looking up”
Caveat: Poem #1197 “Upward, then”
Caveat: Poem #1196 “The local conditions”
Caveat: Poem #1193 “A breakfast”
Caveat: Poem #1192 “The texture of things”
Caveat: Poem #1191 “Time’s fault”
Caveat: Poem #1190 “Cities take shape”
Caveat: Poem #1189 “Unreal syllables”
Caveat: Poem #1188 “What the rain does”
Caveat: Poem #1187 “And then other stuff happens, too”
Caveat: Poem #1186 “What grayness does”
Caveat: Poem #1185 “The obstinacy of barnacles”
Caveat: Poem #1184 “Orange”
Caveat: Poem #1183 “Bostrom’s backstory”
Caveat: Poem #1182 “As stars will do”
Caveat: Poem #1181 “Altazorian”
the rain keeps falling tadarada datada dadadadara