Little Lucy <br />a miniscule black haired critter <br />with her bottom teeth slanting past <br />the lower lip <br />looks at once befuddled and innocent <br />walked before dawn <br />every day by a man leaning on an aluminum cane <br />Little Lucy trotting on <br />in quick tiny steps <br />tail up, twirling <br />fellow doesn’t speak English <br />got the name from his wife <br />Loocei <br />Lueci <br />not sure <br />doesn’t make a difference <br />and not my dog <br />but bouncing along <br />I try the leap <br />not possible <br />her joy <br />too perfect for ponderous <br />human flesh. <br />.<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-certain-secret-incantations/
