Canine Dance

I’m wrapped in a yielding air beside my dog, do you understand? 

There are no faded hopes beside a dog, do you understand?

I know the bird’s fever when I’m with with my dog, see?

I am determined, pushed by beauties, and I put behind me the green past, the sad old places. 

With a dog means affection and gravitas and walking in rain, do you see?

Do you see I’m different? We’re different? We’re the play within the play.

My dog doesn’t care about my eyes. 

Doesn’t care about the maniac heroes on TV.

She has no conception of protective lies.

Do you understand? 

Look at us, we’re walking through pitch darkness.