Flush

Flush

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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Flush

I readied a poop bag
Jackson, my dog, smelled the Earth
I wondered if he could understand flush
I told him we have it
We don't use a bag
Perhaps, maybe........
He just pooped and I scooped up his t**d
wishing someday he might flush it down the drain.

© 2017 Alfred Kukitz


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Added on October 11, 2017
Last Updated on October 11, 2017
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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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