when you arrive
from church in your usual
early morning
mass
the dogs of this house
meet you with all
bravura
wagging their tails
jumping and dancing
and there is one
the smallest of them all
which spins like
a top
i watch these things
happen and
i come to grips with
some reasons for
living
happiness takes its
form in so many shapes
one has simply to
discern from everyday
living
even from dancing dogs
and wagging tails
in a big and empty house.
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