READ THE DOGS

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READ THE DOGS

Certainly they are dirty filthy tangled but they lounge about on black cobbles their lids half mast somnolent opium eyes they wander between legs with no fear of the kick rarely a rib showing a man with a straw sombrero and garlic strung over his shoulder cradles a jaw in one hand while the other strokes the mottled skull teats hanging low and swaying from the scratching and another asleep between shotgun slung men in blue and even the pretty one with the yip is washed white and combed and in a day from sleeping under the cars is smeared and matted and waiting under my chair Camilo they are in the sun in the shade soundless save for the shepherd next door who in basso lazily barks in the middle of night eight times in a stutter then gives up why bother the moon is behind a cloud you can read a country by its dogs.

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Photos

BOY AND HIS DOG
Medical clinic in Chiquimulilla

TWINS AND THEIR BROTHER
Hermanos

GARLIC GARLANDS
Market day, Antigua

Comments

[Priscilla]

Beautiful!
Tender words, tender pics....I saw Fuego spouting smoke but not lava! Lucky you!