his name is Verst and he is funky
my childhood bestie a standard poodle named Blackie
father at his most creative other times he would feign
getting dressed as he was coming home (u figure that one out!)
Blackie was regal and quite Russian with his tall poodle
hat i named him Verst not Verscht though he loved a
good salami
verst is an obsolete Russian unit of length so much of life
now obsolete the bodies of our father mother brother the
bones of Verst the poodle
when Verst died father baked him into muffins and fed
the holy wafers to us at the side door the milkman’s door
the one through which mother gave a slovenly bulldog away
the one through which the milkman crept into the house
in the wee hours and left his smile on a brother’s face
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Summer 2024 ..all hail Verst Blacksonovitch..
songanddancegirl 