Posted in Dogs, Poetry, Prose

The Dog Howled

I threw my shoe,
which I needed
to run after him
as he, and it fell
out of my window,
at 32 feet per second
per second
waiting for a yelp
I calculated the distance
while running downstairs,
to catch my shoe,
and not get hit
by the dog,

My goodness
isn’t Physics



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