Buster
One hundred twenty some odd
pounds of Rottweiler
floats across the living room
unseen
unheard
his huge black head
appears as if by magic
in her lap….
There are gaps in our awareness
spaces between our thoughts
he teleports himself
through and around them
like one avoids the furniture
with practiced ease….
Unconcerned with physics
he begins to purr
like an overgrown kitten
she absentmindedly
scratches him
and gently rubs his silken ears.
Tom
Diegoli
If you have any comments on this
poem, Tom Diegoli would be pleased to
hear them.
