Symbiosis
My symbiont — Presented to me in pixels, Called to me from the ether, Traveled to me 1,500 miles To cement our bond. With the body of a sausage, Legs of a gopher, And the jaws of a killer, He is a ridiculous golden wolf Engineered into Perfect permanent puppyhood. Our symbiosis is primarily trot-based: Front feet flicking joyfully, Pissin’ n sniffin’ On every dam post. The ludicrous length of his tail — A stiff yellow rope Tracking high above him, Tagging his location Like a slightly stretched question mark Marking his constant canine queries — Odor-based inquiries, Beyond my cerebral comprehensions. The uneven flop of his radar ears — One pointing sideways, One straight up Catching signals from all directions. The beloved slack and curl Of his black ripply lips As He snuffs and huffs Invisible trails along the earth. Delighted, The tight coil in my chest Releases, Worrying ceases. I see — The many hues of leaves, The singing shapes of the trees, The smoky peach...