Blondes 

Living with a dog
twists my perception.
A woman touches
a man’s hair.
She’s patting him,
I want to say, “Good boy.”
A man jogs by
with his dog and girlfriend.
The dog is a blonde,
so is the girlfriend,
and I wonder who came first,
the girl or the dog?
But I know the dog
will be there last.

Raud Kennedy

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