The Dogs of Nadadouro
Look, there will always be dogs on the sand
yowling inconsolably at the tide’s return
just as elsewhere a lone wolf in search of his pack,
descending a mountain, yips at the moon
and look how our father, building his house of cards
on the glass-topped table, whistles to himself.
poem by Maureen Jivani
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