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South Fork Poetry: ‘Blue Bath Towel’

Wed, 09/01/2021 - 17:20

When the walk in the rain is over
she runs to the blue bath towel
that hangs on the wooden clothes tree  
and waits for you to wave it 
not like a matador but a magician
about to make her disappear
under the great fabric of love  
that stretches back twelve millennia    
When you massage her withers 
her tail wags like a mad metronome   
until she rolls over onto her back    
nips at the frayed blue edges
licks your fingers like a lover 
dares you to try to dry her paws
and you lock eyes and have to smile 
you know how this shaggy dog story ends

Bruce Buschel is a writer who lives in Bridgehampton.

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