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The pig is asleep in the pool
floating, asleep, big popcork
the grey lady and her fifth husband
ready to swim, they stop at the edge
stare as the pig dozes and boppers
the white boy in a yellow shirt
grips his yapperdog at the collar
as it yowls forward in a sputter
the pig twitches a fuzzpink ear
half lifts the bristle of an eye
then drifts back into sleep
now content to just cool their feet
the old couple sit on the edge
their hoary toes quake the pigwater.
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