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Dog Days

Saint Paul, 23 January 2006
For Steve Rowe

Since the dawn of matrimony
You've been packing
Or unpacking
Cardboard boxes
Should living beget mythology
Yours will be awaiting Pod delivery
At light-break come Saturday

Between laundry shifts
You'll hump boxes in or out
Surely by Monday next
In the dog days of July
Driveway Pods always arrive
Or depart faster than boxes
With jet packs

Me? I don't pack
I take the garbage out
And separate recyclables
One day I'll pack in a hurry
Clothes strewn about
Left a note reminding me
Where to send the checks