the dog whining in its
sleep because
it dreams
of being a human
wanting to control another dog
watching the hairy tuff roll over
belly exposed
for a treat
to enter that same belly
where the wolf happens
good boy good dog
sit yes sit
rest now like an animal
the dog wakes up
his master is asleep
stomach poking from his outer coat
like a vestigial trait
unprotected and useless
he dreams of running
but is too hungry for a treat
to do more than wait
*
the skies are filled with mocking, gossiping birds
since you’ve left little to remain
on the bench between us where we sit
though i do feel very much like laying
on the grass that’ll learn to grow around me
and is punctured with recycled pesticide signs
that used to be something else
like an origami which used to be paper which used to be trees
that may have once been in this park
holding those brief birds above
who will one day fly around the world
during summer and winter
hoping for home in between
Mizpellt wurdz 
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