human, however
ingenuous, could claim
never to be envious
of that platonic
circle a dog makes
when napping?
Who—if she truly
valued amity
over everything—
wouldn't suppose
a circuit so perfect-
ly completed
to be the pleasantest
method for
generating dreams?
What skinflint
or curmudgeon
wouldn't trade
in a second
his most precious asset
(be it gold
or maliciousness)
for that dexterous
capacity for repose
that's so seamless?
