Each time he goes out
to walk the dog
he becomes dog
but barks like man

no one trusts him
his smile is fake
Iā€™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


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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