Monday, December 8, 2008

Goodnight, noble clerk

Or, December 8th

Leashing the dogs,
I remember how we are tied to our karma
and vow with all beings to relinquish completely
the trap of not enjoying my life.


Julia Kay said...

OK, is it... one dog's nose, snuggled into another dog? Your literalist fans can't resist trying to figure it out!

nes said...

dear literalist,

it's all one dog this time. the hill-like thing is a back leg.