[lit-ideas] Another Thursday poem
- From: "Lawrence Helm" <lawrencehelm@xxxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: "Lit-Ideas" <Lit-Ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 26 Jun 2008 11:16:41 -0700
Do you sometimes hear,
And veer your thoughts away,
The bray of asses
Pulling the greatest of them
Past the injuries and threats
In great carts built
For the purpose? Roses
And carnations make
Some streets sweet to smell,
I suppose. I won't think about
Where they've been or even
If they have, or where
They're going, hiding as I do
In a certain way away.
Why do they pull so, those beasts,
The great weight behind?
I glance down at my dogs
Taking their ease and if later
When we walk they pull,
It is toward the scent
Of some other dog,
But those pull toward their own
Scent and rise up with tails
Flaring out in all the colors
Of the rainbow looking about
As though loving everyone. Their beatific
Gaze not heavenward but down.
When the wind shifts they are overwhelmed.
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