Dogs in space (Remix)

By | 1 October 2010

Then somewhere in a kitten comes the lonely panic. The people are a people. The skin was of the dogs and the old woman greeting the wind, the noise. Then the others cross the dogs, their backpacks for viewing. It is barely dawn with one eye stuffed with the road of sleep. The bus lid is a dog otherwise empty and one shrieking foot something terrible. The others begin to arrive to bring litter with a wooden cart. Silently departs an old woman, an old man alone grows standing or sitting in the dogs doorway. And at the bus stop Patagonia blows tumbleweed like taxis on market day. The traffic lights dreams are strangers. When she stops against the day like evening, like its lee, boarded store windows as if her wagon there carries an axe with its corner, and another closes the lid on one wheel, pedestrian. Three dogs, some each other alone, arrive by the ledge of some of the passengers absence, near her cart ajar. She arrives like legs before the raw wind down a street vacant as, the dogs mill there of the next and are closed storefronts, perched with peeling. They and some corner shop props are one, sturdy there in the lights together, like others.


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