Tuesday, January 8, 2008


It capers as if the law of gravity permitted one streamlined exception—so bewildering is this creature’s apparent weightlessness, you start looking for the space between its paws and the ground.

Every joint swings as if oiled by a deity whose passion is wheels. The Egyptians loved them as did Alexander, these hounds once decreed by British law to be the property of the nobility alone.

Its nimble, floating stride only accentuates the specter of a lean gray ghost, for what room can there possibly be in its tight little teardrop of a ribcage for organs?

A greyhound retired ...
ah, still that shadow-racing mind
Attic Greeks had wired

by Gary LeBel
Cumming, Georgia

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