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Poemdog

Dogs 2017

ANCESTRAL ENNUI
(8/19/17)

I look
at them

four preceding
generations

I study
their faces
intently

searching
for some hint
of the detachment
that I feel
today

I don't
figure to be
the only one
in this family
to be born
with some sense
of distance

a separation
from others

their places

their things

somewhere
back there
is a pair
of eyes

a bit
vacant
with the
world

holding
a different
light

a glow
for the unseen
that was passed
to me

I would
like a name
to thank
for this aversion
to adhesive
relationships

for this
free floating
existence
that has been
afforded to me

if they
were here
now

I would
tell them
so

and they
would stare
into space
in denial

confirming
what I know
to be true