Who Cares for the Poodle

The day passes.
Paul and Lori host a wake.

Ambiguity brings its uninvited brother.
Time appeared a little disheveled.

No gifts for the bereaved.
Scorn pokes its head in.

Everyone jostles elbows.
Hands create shadow art.

The evening lags interminably.

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