the very moment at which
left paw on threshold
about to show
the gleeful face almost followed
right paw hinged upon midair
hesitation
wrapped everything into a pause
or was it an end
waving back it beheld
the smiley raised and elevated
elation
it went out to embrace
each vault bred a lotus
'i would have gone mind blank
hopped out in flower field
and hug. eyes closed'
murmured the witness
'too much too fast too intense the pole cant hole?'
it suspected
'then its still right to pull the wrong pole down'
nod nod.
probably so.
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