Blue dogs

make no plans

for the weekend.

Their dog

biscuits are

buried under

a pile

of dead leaves

and filled with ants.

They're blue

because their

owners are blue,

so blue

that they won't walk

them at all.

They just

feed them dog

biscuits all day.

Make them fat

and lazy

and blue like them.

 

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Luis first book of poetry, Raw Materials, was published by Pygmy Forest Press in 2004.  My poetry in Spanish & English has appeared online and in print. He lives and works in Los Angeles County, CA