The Legend
They are everywhere now, streets are full
of them, in cars looking out sniffing the air,
on the beach, in boats, splashing in lakes,
rivers, ornate ponds and swimming pools.
A dying breed, the Portuguese water dog;
then Obama came to the recue. Will he be
remembered, have his bronze statue erected
in every Iberian town square, for this?
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Tuesday, May 05, 2009
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