Walking the Dog|
By Howard Nemerov
Two universes mosey down the
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.