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walking around the block again, dog
at my side, with a plastic baggie for
when he decides to let nature take
its course on someone’s lawn. We
all live in proximity that no longer
allows for nature to do natural
functions. Dogs bark and poop
thereby annoying someone or other.
What did we think when we moved to
the burbs, but that life would be perfecto
and unnatural nature would bloom
without deer or ducks or other fauna
doing anything near them that chemicals
couldn’t emasculate.
Subduing nature seems more than
biblical nowadays. More like an insatiable
beast of its own that doesn’t want to deal
with the nudgings and burpings of the
world as it is. So I bend over and pick
up the poopy puppy droppings in the
left over plastic baggie from yesterday’s
newspaper. And when nobody is looking,
I’ll empty it in the woods.
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