Leash in one hand,
I follow the small philosopher
nose to the earth,
while the sky composes
another blue thought.
Later, alone with the cup—
steam rising like
a second leash,
this one tethered
to nothing at all.
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Leash in one hand,
I follow the small philosopher
nose to the earth,
while the sky composes
another blue thought.
Later, alone with the cup—
steam rising like
a second leash,
this one tethered
to nothing at all.
Love the "small philosopher" attribute to the dog. The poetic parallelism is charming altogether... Enjoyed :)
Ta ! (short for tarradiddle),
tailor
thanks Tailor