A miserable day, his dog had leapt
from the window
The dog had leapt
from my seventh-story apartment
into a Police helicopter
that had been hijacked
by some well-meaning murderers.
But it was for dogs
they entertained no mercy.
And that afternoon, late, after
a cold shower I went
for a ride in our elevator,
an immaculate dive, home
of the lost soul and once third base
to late working things.
My animal has sunk
he doesn’t exist
he won’t come back.
The ideal pet, however,
is unrecognizable when it arrives
in the river awash in the land afar.