When Bibliobella dropped from canvas
nerves raw as if just birthed, a red rubber
ball trotted over to her. It wiggled
in mid-air as if attached to 20
pounds of happy wagging tail. Confused by
Ricky the Wonderpup's ghost appearance
she asked the taxi driver for answers.
He met his fate chasing the long black car
of an evil man promoting virtues
of stupidity to win elections.
Bella stared as she threw the ball again.
Buy, Ricky Wonderpup distracted her
from anger. Ricky Wonderpup grabbed her
attention at work. When she searched for hours
on the web for the key to happiness
she stoped to chase a ball through the book stacks.
Library patrons may feel a wagging
tail against their calves, but they won't mention it.
Sometimes when apathy tries to crowd her
she sits on her bedroom floor with her back
against bedposts and starts to throw the ball
against the wall. Emboldened by her sighs
Ricky Wonderpup rummages inside
the pantry for cookie sheets he brings her.
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