# The dogs assure me

Author: makyo
Tags: Experimental, Poetry

Originally published in Civilized Beasts II

The dogs assure me:  
 There are volumes of meaning —  
 Life and death —  
 And time;  
 Past, present, future —  
 In the scent of a rotting fish left after the flood,  
 Or a trace of scat,  
 Or the coyote, long passed,  
 But not everyone reads poetry.  
  
 I'm not so lucky, all told:  
 The rich scent of meaning —  
 Heady, intoxicating —  
 Rises only from words  
 And the way you rest your hands on the table.

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/A1p4roq1
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