it is beautiful when it is

it is
beautiful
when
it is.

that
is all.
as long
as
it is,
it is beautiful.

for a long time
i had kept my dog
in the house,
my heart.

the roof
kept it dry,
the walls
kept it safe.

sometimes
i opened
a window
to give it
air
and to make
it taste the grass.

sometimes
i took it on the leash
for a short walk.
it feared to run
and followed lamely.

i felt
deep compassion
and i broke
down the house.
we walked out
free,
a couple
hand in hand

it started to jump
and run
and it got wild
and i had to follow.
i did.

we met
another couple.
the hearts
sniffed each other
and we observed.

the dogs appeared
in peace,
we observed.
we cared
guarding the dogs.

then we misunderstood
each other
and the dogs barked.
we started to shout.

four voices
in dissonance.
too much for four ears.

should we educate the dogs
or ourselves?
it started with us.
we didn't listen.

i have no character,
she is a sociopath.
i destroy myself,
she wants to die.

now we have
to pet the dogs.
will they
stay calm?

and can
we take out
the dogs again?
i have no house
to return to.

i walk
in the forest
and the owls hoot.
i stay with my dog
all night
out there,
one blanket.

i try to catch
a shooting star
to bring her light.
she doesn't see.

she will not.
i cannot
penetrate
confusion.

i pet my dog
and wait.
there is nothing else
to do.

when it is beautiful
it is
beautiful.

i will
stay out
for the night.
there is no house.

i will wait
for her
and for
her dog.
the dog
knows best.







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