Formerly: Adores Him With Those Liquid Eyes
It clings in his memory
like fine dog hair he finds
on clothes unused for years
sparse white strands
are always there – never too
obvious, never absent,
and he wonders why.
We share a muse who cares
he concludes, and thus
the fount of our daily inspiration
– but could it be a dog
with fine white hair
that plays the literary genie.
Nothing changed with the
momentous revelation – hair
still clearly seen on the pullover
muse still patient at his side
and at his feet a dog who adores
him with those liquid eyes.
© 2 February 2007, I.D. Carswell
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