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Black Lab

And it so happens

that ink darkens the page, the mind of the dreamer

flows, and the snowy yard grows dense

suddenly with unexpected animals,

with lost dogs, with shoes and footprints, tatters

of old tunes and the wail of sirens

that sounded thirty years ago. Where

have they kept themselves, so long? And why

are the dogs still puppies, the slide trombones

in the band that plays in the public park

still shiny, although the audience

has wilted and turned white? And why, when

the black Labrador comes and licks your hand,

this rush of happiness? Good dog. Nothing

is more mysterious than the way things are.