One
Grief
One grief
smells my feet
like a puppy,
finds I am not his man
and rushes to
my neighbour, wagging his tail.
A bark. A
cry.
A joy caresses
my cheeks
like a kitten: until another grief
comes crawling
by
and winds
around to choke me
Puppy Between Feet -- Roger Ballen
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