Pale sunlight through the Norfolk pine at the window casts dappled shadows on the woven rug.
Red and Duffy spar in this arena, wisps of dog hair flying from their coats in the shafts of light.
Duffy yelps like a quacking duck, either from exertion or joy.
Red takes a fold of the carpet in his teeth and tugs.
They rest a moment, shoring up energy like warriors from an episode of Dragonball Z. And then the games begin again.


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Christine Swint’s poems have appeared in Calyx, Birmingham Poetry Review, Slant, a Journal of Poetry, Tampa Review, Heron Tree, Ekphrasis, and others. Her poems have been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, Best of the Net, and Best New Poets, and she has won first place prizes from the Georgia Poetry Society and Agnes Scott College. Her first collection, Swimming This, was published in 2015 by FutureCycle Press. She teaches first-year composition at a metro-Atlanta university and writes about poetry, art, hiking, and yoga at Balanced on the Edge, https://balancedonedge.blog
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