the sleeping dog lies stubby immaculate half
erect dreaming (perhaps)
silent
recumbent and alive
with no need to wonder or worry
breathing in and out
its sour dogs' breath
warming the blanket beneath it and the
earth beneath that
a
heirarchy of entropy and thermo- dynamics and tail wagging (now
and then)
we are all (i suppose) winding down but the dog is
effortless and steady state
|
it needs no past an ticipates no further than the
next meal or walk out or lie-in and never when it's
sleeping
only when you or i dangle a leash or rattle
a bowl or when its own faithful bowels growl
the
sleeping dog on
its side short
legs straight
farting once (or twice) and yawning raising
its head only to lick its lips and
sigh and lie back
again
tail wagging (now and then) |