Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

Sonnet #161

The thing about the dog is this: I knew

The moment I saw her I knew who she was:
My dog, forever, and always stay true
To that moment of insight, seen in the laws
Between the laws, into and through
For time is a jewel, not unlike a fish tank
A solid that forms from the illusion of now
And moments come, a young pup with thanks
In her heart, for both of us instantly know 
The vision of life, growing old together
Will be, always us, until all shadows
Enjoined, entwined, and meant for each other
A man and his dog, a flash through the cage walls
At cosmic truth: This is my dog, unto ends and all

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