Then Maggie Cut Left

Then Maggie Cut Left
By J. Peter Nelson

We three ran the bayside
trail that winter morning,
comfortably trotting in
meditational rhythm,

Seeing little through the quiet cold
fog and our own inward focus.

Then Maggie cut left to
lick the hidden face of the seated
figure so startlingly revealed.
Lotus on the verge.

Calmer than we, the silent
Buddhess woke to hug
this dark dog, connecting
without hesitation.

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