A Found Dog and Lost Glasses, Another Dog

Do better than this,
the dreaming dog
at the other end of the couch,
your glasses returning to the earth
somewhere, unseen,
while the dog you didn’t choose
is not yet on a couch,
has nothing. What determines
the making of a choice?
Picking up one thing, laying down
another, or mislaying it?
A found dog and lost glasses,
another dog neither lost nor found.
It’s the in-between that gets you.
It’s the in-between.




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