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Another Snow
Aussiesemmissions
Architecture
Flatland Gifts
Lillypad
Old Pine Walls
Route 29
The Picnic
Architecture
Birth and Regulation
Breathe
Bright Light Face
Crazy Burrito
A Fence
Good Dog
Windmill
Here
I Am (By Kippie)
I Want To Dance
Lost and Found
Mary Had a Little Lamb
Native Prayer
Old Man Rythmn Nation
Schizophrenic
Shroud
Sport
The God Man
The Knapsack
The Picnic
The PlayLovers
The Shiny Shoes
To Feel God's Pleasure
UnNamed Lover
Various Waves
We Like Our Dogs
Wise Old Uncle Whoopies' Recipe Poems
Free Horizon
Growth


Four legs tumble in every direction, up down then sideways.
A perfect Picasso image whose two dimensions reflect many dimensions.
A command to sit!    finds them barely able to contain furry limbs and darting tongues,
waiting to embrace their two legged God.

A God who smiles and they laugh with excitement.
A God who frowns and they cower in humility.
A God who stumbles yet they always believe.
A God who forgets yet they wait with faith.
A God who tries and they always expect.

Questions arise concerning future and faith.
Questions arise concerning infinity and simplicity.
Questions arise concerning the conflict of man.

One thing I know:
We like our dogs around here!