Of course they
love, says my student. I slap
my dog sometimes when he comes to my bedside
just to see if he loves unconditionally,
and I can tell he is confused, searching as best
my dog sometimes when he comes to my bedside
just to see if he loves unconditionally,
and I can tell he is confused, searching as best
he can his
narrow memory for any snap
in discipline, a transgression, lest
he merited the slap and any toothy, snide
snarl would only worsen his suddenly
in discipline, a transgression, lest
he merited the slap and any toothy, snide
snarl would only worsen his suddenly
mysterious
ill-placement in this pack I
lead. Unable to discern, he looks at me
for guidance in distress that there might be
a cause, until I augment his easy uncertainty
lead. Unable to discern, he looks at me
for guidance in distress that there might be
a cause, until I augment his easy uncertainty
with a caress,
and bring my softest voice to bear
on the curtain I now part on a love so rare.
on the curtain I now part on a love so rare.
Published 2016. About the worst animals of all, human beings: from whom the poet distances himself by adopting the voice of "my student". Thus the human-dog relationship echoes the teacher-student relationship. Nobody comes out with any credit.
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