Stretches out his
loveliness of fur
legs linger long
leaning earthward
pees
languorously
Eyes soften
as pee
empties him
He is emptiness,
floating within consciousness
towards what comes next
Pain, joy, suffering,
which I have aspired to
without success
How beautiful is
my dog
Gautama Buddha
Shall I stretch myself
under maples,
on snow-covered ivy?
How can I become
like you, indifferent
to the passing of all things?
