He is a good dog that waits for me
As I stare off at a point of light
Trying to smoke a pipe
It's bigger than a star, from a bush
So it is smaller, obviously
But the pipe won't stay lit
He has no idea what I'm thinking about
Thinking about the future
He waits, not for what I think
But for what I will do
Go to bed, he hopes
It is night after all
And his unapologetic exuberance in daylight play
Deserves his guiltless nightly sleep
But I...
Keep thinking
