Is there a time warp? You sent this from the past to arrive today, June 17, to remind me that I need to write more?
I will see this as a sign, that I need to get back in gear, work on my discernment
and practice, to get back on the path. Thank you. I loved this poem. It made me laugh.
Date: Fri, 19 Nov 2010 14:39:45 -0500 From: frank sheldon <fr...@franksheldon.com> To: "tmic-list@eskimo.com" <tmic-list@eskimo.com> Subject: [TMIC] OT A poem from POETRY OT UNMEDIATED EXPERIENCE By Bob Hicok She does this thing. Our seventeen- year-old dog. Our mostly deaf dog. Our mostly dead dog, statistically speaking. When I crouch. When I put my mouth to her ear and shout her name. She walks away. Walks toward the nothing of speech. She even trots down the drive, ears up, as if my voice is coming home. It's like watching a child believe in Christmas, right before you burn the tree down. Every time I do it, I think, this time she'll turn to me. This time she'll put voice to face. This time, I'll be absolved of decay. Which is like being a child who believes in Christmas as the tree burns, as the drapes catch, as Santa lights a smoke with his blowtorch and asks, want one?
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