My poem GOOD DOG

GOOD DOG

As the idea of you  reached fruition, genetic makeup tumbled through space, like dice,        with volitional intention.

This idea landed here     with black & white markings.  The opposite of that considered normal.

Outlines of black with white, trace the marking of that which define you… that which defines you here in the confines concrete,    and  wood.

A definition of marking – not masking. Not defining you,    but   presenting you with a smiling face,   a wet tongue,  and a tail wagging at the end of your body.   A body that contains a simple beautiful soul   –  the essence of love.  A body that creates movement,  like art, like smiles,      frowns,      scratching,

and,  your tail wagging at the end of infinity.

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