wonderful figment of cotton & boots

I think of you when the shape shifts

it could be a woman or a dog

next to the man on the grass

for an unreasonable duration

it is a doubled creature, girlhound

made of shadows and branches

shoulders hair or haunches

is this my duckrabbit moment or a

punchline for a joke I haven’t told

while warm creek gusts misdate me
Ludwig puts on new conceptual glasses

for terrain where everything

might be a dog

the rocks, the pebbles sit like propositions

which a history of western thought

flows over, just touches

what does seeing the figure

now this way // now that

consist in