This poem is taken from Stand 233, 20(1) March - May 2022.

Jack Houston Three Poems

The Hope of Ever Being Found

I want us to try and imagine you are this
bright-eyed exhibit of dogness:

wire-haired and young, Yorkie-ish,

with a stubby tail

wildly exhibiting a most vigorous waggling

as you skitter-scurry snuffle at the trouser-legs
of everyone who passes
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