When I lived in the orange building
I watched the sun rise over the mountains
the mist come up in the valley
like being in a sea of clouds
My little dog woke me each morning
tail wagging pioneer
I always followed exactly where she led
When I look across my room
at the painting of my home
I feel a peaceful comfort
and miss my dog
Once in Arabia I walked
two days without water
sometimes sliding down the sand dune
enveloped in my white cotton robes
A few people would wonder
about this maybe
but still to drink that fine
water from a pale hand
was paradise at the end
I don't have a painting of those two days
except in the cavern
of my mind
with its fat golden candles
2 comments:
Love the painting, and the poem! And wonder about your dog.
Yes, I just wrote this as a surreal exercise. Glad you like the painting. I hope to do more in this style. If I ever had a dog, she would be a little fluffy white dog, I think.
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