Sonnet: My Dog Sunyata
Having a bite--felafel or maybe a slice of pizza (extra
cheese, no meat)--I watched the dog outside, leashed to a utility
pole, sitting quietly, waiting for its master or mistress, whatever,
reminding me of my dog Sunyata, who never failed to amuse
me whenever I took notice of him. "Here, Sunyata,"
I would command, and he would unfailingly obey, come
to wherever I was and sit there, looking up at me
with his brown eyes. My dog Sunyata hated the president
as much as I did, rolled his eyes and growled whenever
he came on TV. My wife had taken to leaving us alone
at such times, knowing that to do otherwise would invite
retribution. Streetcars still came and went in those days,
taking their power from overhead powerlines, as though
power were something just there to be taken.
Hal
Halvard Johnson
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