Once—and still
whenever
I'm feeling
at least
a little bit—less analytic;
I remember
to keep
on fostering
each of all three of you—
famously tall and
curiously cornmeal-
brown waterfowl—and
ahistorically small
and eager floppy
eared dinosaur!—and
of course grace-
fully elongated—yet narrow
as ever
arcane and
unaccountable—furry hot-
dog of a
third thing—
that nonetheless
so very
right and quite
soundly—
sleeps nestled
perfectly at home
in the space
between its two others
and neatly keeps
the whole
absurd thing—bound together.
