Toward a More Elegant Attention
I.
Oh big branch in the river
who will get you out
who will fetch you
II.
When a dog holds a stick
in his mouth
moves it across the park
and leaves
the memory lives in the dog’s jaw
and in the fallen stick
But when someone burns that stick
and years later, the dog is gone
where can the truth survive
III.
Where did all of these sticks come from
you would think a whole forest
has been released
a passel of arrows
IV.
The remembered pets
how a human calls a human
who was a child alongside them
just to say
remember what a good dog she was
V.
The light
doesn’t want to say
anything to anybody
nice, especially in reference to the stick and the dog. they both carry such fond memories; the stick to the ancients, the dog for its love
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Good one, Hannah!
ReplyDeletewhere indeed can the truth survive...lovely poem Hannah : )
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