Simple portrait.

I dip my hand in quick.
Pull it back out.
Examine my treasure.
Four jellybeans.
Two orange, two red.
Not bad.
Down the hatch.

The dog's whining.
She has to go out.
- Take her out front
so that the neighbor's dog
doesn't freak her out. - OK.
She fertilizes the ground with her piss.
The sky is streaked with peach and gray
and darkness is lingering in the wings.
- Is she going? - Yep.

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