The Daily Poem

THE DOG ON THE CHAIN

The dog on the chain looks thin

With nothing but rain in his tin

    If no one comes by

    He'll certainly die

So I tossed him my chicken skin.

D. Edgar Lamp

The Daily Poem - 371

Limerick

Marigot, Dominica

Lat: 15.54, Long: -61.27

JOURNAL: Rashawna's House

Cherrios and milk for breakfast...two bowls!  My stomach was purring with the simple fare.  That's the trouble with traveling, too much rich restaurant food.  Mimi rearranged the living room furniture, discussing various possibilities with Rashawna while I tried to remain as Switzerland-like as possible reading FREAKONOMICS.  Badly in need of internet, Mimi and I walked down to Pagua Bay Bar & Grill where they have free WiFi and a terrific view.  We had cheese burgers for lunch.  Zarifa, the girl running the place is from Brooklyn, New York.   She will be returning in April to go back and pursue a career in Geriatric Nursing and then come back.  Rashawna stopped by on her way to a meeting with some Farmers about setting up a co-op.  She came back a couple hours later to say that no one had showed.

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