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Vincent J. Tomeo

I talk to my dog
He sits up straight

His ears rise
His eyes shine

When he has had enough
He lies on his back
All four legs in the air
Waiting for a tummy rub.

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Vincent J. Tomeo is a poet and has twice been nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He is also an archivist, a historian, and a community activist. Vincent has been published in The New York Times, Evening Street Review, Comstock Review, Mid-American Poetry Review, Edgz, Spires, Tiger’s Eye, Mudfish, The Blind Man’s Rainbow, The Neovictorian/Cochlea, The Latin Staff Review, and Grandmother Earth, among other publications. He is the author of My Cemetery Friends: A Garden of Encounters at Mount Saint Mary in Queens, New York.

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