a yellow wash overwhelms
this dog in an elizabethan collar
waiting to be set and
i can hear the static stitch
from his sudden canvas
though the citrus wave misses
me sparing dimension reduction i
you wait he might say wait
for me not because you
ought to but because you
might learn something about yourself
hes saying hes pushed to the limit
in which his self makes sense
and leaving behind a lot of colors
and enjambing important parts
but im still just watching him
and anything could spring next except
this clacking aural fuzz distracts
me from joining him
as he focuses effortlessly
he wags his tail though
hes set against yellow and deprived
of touching himself he wants
to tell you not to wait
in such a flat space