Mine is not a Dog's LifeEvery day is superficially fine, as the sun
Shines through a window, and the dog and I
Doze in its light. The dog's dreams agitate
Her some, it seems. I, too, am sometimes
Jarred by mine. We wake. We "humph."
She goes outside. I go inside. We search
For things which we can eat, and, once
We've done so, she lays down and snores,
But I remain awake and out of sorts.
Beneath this superficial calm, a rising tide
Of anxiousness suggests that things aren't fine.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-11-07 at 23:30
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