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      September 9, 2015Don KimballBurial for a Stray

      for B.B.

      Two dogs and a cat who knew you best
      came by and sat as I dug a hole.
      Azaleas bloom there where you rest.
      Two dogs, a cat, who knew you best,
      keep vigil here: at whose behest?
      Torn ear, one eye: life takes its toll.
      Two dogs and a cat who knew you best
      Came by and sat. I dug the hole.

      from #48 - Summer 2015

      Don Kimball

      “I never decided to be a poet. My degrees are in English and philosophy and a master’s in social work. I spent many years learning why people do the things they do and how I might be helpful. In the mid-’90s, I started writing poems on a whim, and, luckily for me, found others willing to teach me what I needed to know—and I’ve never stopped.”

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