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Walking the Dog
By Howard NemerovTwo universes mosey down the
street Connected by love and a leash and nothing else. Mostly I look at lamplight through the leaves While he mooches along with tail up and snout down, Getting a secret knowledge through the nose Almost entirely hidden from my sight.
We stand while hes enraptured by a bush Till I cant stand our standing any more And haul him off; for our relationship Is patience balancing to this side tug And that side drag; a pair of symbionts Contented not to think each others thoughts.
What else we have in commons what he taught, Our interest in shit. We know its every state From steaming fresh through stink to natures way Of sluicing it downstreet dissolved in rain Or drying it to dust that blows away. We move along the street inspecting shit. |
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