The dog is missing—
it is somewhere, ignoring
its mum’s worried calls.
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The dog is missing—
it is somewhere, ignoring
its mum’s worried calls.
Dogs, everywhere, are trying to remind us
not that we should wag our tails
and be free,
but that we are free
to wag our tails.
The firecrackers start
to welcome the year of the Earth Dog,
though it seems they make every effort
to make every dog cower and whimper.
I shook off the coating of snow from my shoulders, and blew into my hands.
We visited a market yesterday, in New Taipei City, and saw these wonderful prints in the pavement 🙂
A white friend,
You dreamt of,
When your friend was grey.