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  "description": "For The World",
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  "publishedAt": "2025-10-06T23:09:48.000Z",
  "site": "https://www.wonderfell.org",
  "tags": [
    "Love",
    "Ugly Dogs",
    "The Itch",
    "The Firs",
    "Scroll Down and Forget 'em",
    "Home",
    "For Reason, Et Al."
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  "textContent": "### Love\n\nI never met a dog I didn’t love...\n\nThere are dog scoundrels.\nThere are dog clowns.\nThere are dog queens.\nThere are dog drag queens.\nThere are dog elitists.\nThere are dog hippies.\n\nBut I never met a dog I didn’t love…\nRight away.\n\nIt’s hard to love people,\nThe way it’s easy to love dogs.\n\n* * *\n\n### Ugly Dogs\n\nUgly Dogs!\nI freaking love ugly dogs!\nI love them!\n\nBilateral symmetry\nKiss his:\nUgly-pugly-fugly-mugly.\n\nPinch his (_How many?)_\nChins. (_How many?!)_\nWonderful!\n\nI freaking love:\nHappy! Joyous!\n_Ugly-Ugly-Ugly_\n\nDog snores from the couch.\nLazy eye lounges\nLeers at the front door…\n\nSoon the pizza will arrive.\nHope he gets some crust\nWith bubbles on it.\n\nGod’s Grace is an ugly dog’s face,\nCrooked teeth sunk in bubbles on crust\nMade just right for an ugly dog.\n\n* * *\n\n### The Itch\n\nThere was a dog named Abe I did see,\nWho stood under a tree for a wee.\nHe met there a bitch,\nWho had quite the itch,\nSo they danced in the style doggie.\n\n* * *\n\n### The Firs\n\nI’m not ready for everything to die this year.\nThe wind is consistently strong the past few days.\nThe people who come from all parts of the world\nTo see our leaves change color are leaving.\n\nThe ground is a sheet of wax paper\nUnder a blood-let easel.\n\nThe firs will hold on.\n\nThe dust on the radiator floor vent\nBurns from the steamed air forced,\nFrom the hidden hot water\nOnto the dead fly that won’t rot.\n\nThe firs will hold on.\nThrough the season of dying,\n\nThey don’t.\n\nThe refrigerator drones over the fly’s last\nProtest as it falls to the faded floor.\n\nThe fan above the microwave still hums,\nA little more dust, a little more hum,\n\nBut it still hums.\n\nThe firs weep weary,\nWaist deep in wasting.\n\nIf you sit still, close\nYour eyes and listen,\n\nYou can hear electricity\nGo into the lights.\n\nIf you lie back, close\nYour eyes and surrender,\n\nYou can feel\nThe Earth spin.\n\nWinter's freeze freezes.\nSpring's flower flowers.\nSummer's swelter swelters.\nFall,\nLeaves\nFanfare.\n\nLeaves\nFall,\nFanfare.\n\nFanfare,\nLeaves\nFall.\n\nThe Season's end\nEnds The Season's\nSeason's end.\n\nWords fail\nWatching\nWords fail.\n\nWords\n\nFreeze,\nFlower,\nSwelter,\n\nFall.\n\nMelancholy mothers nature.\nNew England fathers poets.\n\nDays you shut the door\nAnd the hard frost won’t leave,\n\nDays you open the door\nAnd the fever lingers,\n\nThat dead fly that won’t rot.\n\nThere’s only:\n\nWasting time.\nWatching time.\nWatching\nFirs.\n\nWait out the:\nInconsiderate\nSun.\n\nWho won’t confess his light,\nNo matter what I say.\n\n* * *\n\n### Scroll Down and Forget 'em\n\nSnow last night.\n\nTreetops\nRooftops\n\nRoad signs\nTopped\n\nPowder sugared\nMagnificent.\n\nWhy scrub away Autumn's mess?\nLet it soak.\n\nSnow like scrubbing bubbles,\nWhen they melt the mess goes with them.\n\nSome metaphors stink.\nSome similes are like scrubbing bubbles,\n\nTo do their best work,\nLet them sit a bit.\n\nScroll down and forget 'em.\nCome back when you can see clear,\n\nWhat shines under the sludge,\nWhat Springs Eternal.\n\n* * *\n\n### Home\n\nWhat about the tree that made the Cross that Jesus bore?\n\nWhat about such a light, on the field,\nThat was seen, that was His dream then?\n\nSuch a light on a tree alight some yesterday,\nSo far away from so far away from some yesterday.\n\nNo today, know today.\nNot a light, no, not at all.\n\nWhat about this staircase,\nAbout these clouds,\nAbout this sky-break?\n\nWhat about this day,\nAbout this hour,\nAbout this time\n\nThat tree\nHis tree, wept razed?\n\nAnd the clock was.\n-This-\nAnd the time was.\n\nAnd The Sun was.\n-That-\nAnd The Moon was.\n\nAnd The Tides were.\n-This-\nAnd The Stars were.\n\nAnd The Day of\n-Him-\nAnd The Month of\n-His-\n\nAnd The Year of Time.\n\nAnd The Weather.\nAnd This Weather.\n\nAnd the pattern of clouds.\n\n(What was that?)that light\n(What was that?) that which moved\n(What did not move?) that was seen,\n(What was not seen?)but was announced.\n\nThere was The Wind, that was The Air\nThat didn’t breathe, but burst\n\nOpen a quiet sky,\nThe Quiet Sky gone incandescent\n\nFor a holy way,\nThe Holy Way,\n\nHis New Way,\nHis Chosen Only Way,\n\nHome.\n\n* * *\n\n### For Reason, Et Al.\n\nEnough of the words\nWhat of those __ out-\nSpoken or Spoke-in?\n\nIn-way words\nNever in-the-way words\nAlways want back out words.\n\nOn outward words\nOn sail to the sky\nSaid and sailed words\n\nWhen the only cry\nHeard was the deep deep\nDown inside cry.\n\n_How to cry!_\n\nWithout wells and rainbows\nTo mark mistaken tears\nWith forsook ancient words?\n\nThe sky’s reign _- hit_\nSo hard so what\nElse could be said?\n\n_Stunned-In_\nSuch awe from\nA hand so divine.\n\nWhat word...\nHow could…\n _What…?_\n\nWe called it  _God_.\nWe call it  _God_.\nWe still cry awe\n\n _For no reason at all._\n\nWe still call  _it_.\nStill say  _it_.\nStill cry out _..._\n\n**_God_**.",
  "title": "New-New Hampshire: The World",
  "updatedAt": "2026-04-21T14:43:48.888Z"
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