It Turns Out Even Old Dogs Earn New Spots

It Turns Out Even Old Dogs Earn New Spots

Not much has changed since you were gone:

The cats less sullen, gardens more refulgent–

the old velocities of spring. We are still

economizing by turning back the dogs,

who even now earn new spots.

There are still some puzzles between

the heaves of storm, certain intermittencies.

Like the owlish opacity of goats swiveling

their necks and eating everything in sight,

sweeping low, regurgitating all the rest.

Our accountant will verify this publicly.

Margot, you’ll be glad to know, runs

for a whole year on half a lemon.  Primavera!

P.S. I’ll meet you at the station. Say Zen.

-T.C.Buell

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