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| Animal Love | ||
| What is the dog thinking | ||
| at this pace? How well it lives | ||
| in the truck seat, passenger side, | ||
| how untroubled by more wind arrow speed, | ||
| the olfactory curtains: pine tar, road kill, sea. | ||
| "Try not to think of them as diminished | ||
| humans," says the animal behaviorist, | ||
| as the dog grins, 60 miles per hour, | ||
| tongue in the wind. | ||
| yes, this must be love, | ||
| face in it, the twisting pendulum whip and weight-- | ||
| dog frantic with it when I return | ||
| from somewhere, better at it | ||
| look how much better | ||
| at joy not split by memory. This and food | ||
| what else for the body | ||
| when I, near you, nose in your cheek | ||
| of fruits and flowers, cheek of my | ||
| father's thirty winters ago and eyes almost not | ||
| but green and light diffused and what was it | ||
| I want I need to know? | ||
| Artwork: Tracey Anderson / Collaborative Statements |