Twins or Sweethearts
They're female. I won't get myself in trouble.
That one's female and that one's male.
German Shepherds. Four-legged dales.
There's a belt around its neck, a coat or handkerchief.
Keep 'em warm. A scarf. Something to keep them warm alright.
One is a Cheverlet and one is a Buick.
Blue or about the same different shades of blue.
They are at a stoplight, there's two, it's red.
It's hard to tell where they are going--probably going hunting.
One way or the other. They're saying Hello!
What are their names? Freddy or Fido. Ole Yeller!
That one right there. Call em' on the phone to come get 'em.
Lucy.
They are four or five years old. Ain't no dog that got fifty yet.
They are on the street. I see some gutters, the trees are blurry.
The dogs are driving the cars. That's my favorite hunting dog.
They're parked, there is a man at the door.
It's December--it's winter time. December IS winter time.
They could be going hunting for rabbits. Been home.
Dog home. One might go left and one go right.
Stop sign goes both ways.
They might be new to town. They are asking where to
get a potato to eat, maybe a pork chop.
They are probably arguing, they look to me.
They are both headed in the same direction.
The tail light is going one way and one that way.
It warns which way they're going.
One was fighting---he'll fight his way out of the car.
No, throw them out in the trunk.
Good-bye.
In Des Moines where I lived, there is Indians.
Holler at the window--I tell them to go to hell.
Can have me, can't have it all!
Story Catchers on Loftus One at the Iowa Veterans Home, Marshalltown, Iowa: Al, Burt, James, Fred, Leo, and Eldon
Staff who assisted: Judy, Stacey, Cindy Z, and Deb
