I had a dog they kept on a rope
Tethered to the world on a atmospheric day
And one day it spoke and asked me
Are you atlas writing about the science of
Sleeping dogs that layed when a hen like you
And dog like me Could be sitting in
The trees Braiding ropes to fly
a paper kite.
on a Breezy day down by the river where
It runs high just past the box of stones
that cross the spring near the tavern
Of gods and Dolphins and wheels that are now dry
as the lemons are juiced and poured over ice.