Transcendental Sonnet #1482:
Wiener Dog

for Smokey

His lowdown dogdong prowing forward like the plow that broke the plains
The wiener dog has gone home now although his tennis ball remains

And so I think he might be back again where he has been and then
If he can stand the friction and can understand addiction to
Conviction innocent and guilty by association there
In a garret in a rarity of solidarity where
Some see between some things unseen by some he might see something too
Of poetry by night someday he might delight in his way who
Understand we have to die so understandably have to live
All we can when we can when all we can is all we have to give
What then was taken when mistaken but we looked for everywhere
There in the nothing of it all where we have found it all again

And you can have it wiener dog if when you come back for your ball
You find that you are one of us then you may stay here after all

+Steven Curtis Lance



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