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DOG
Each time he goes out
to walk the dog
he becomes dog
but barks like man
no one trusts him
his smile is fake
I’m used to his ways:
he stretches his legs
and moves away
counting the holes
stars leave each night
today I tiptoed
up to the kennel
he was on his knees
peeking into
his own clasped hands
--R.K.SINGH
From the Sanskirt
the weaving is nice - See Baraka (Leroi Jones) Preface To A Twenty Pound Suicide Note where I first encountered the allusion - Stella