Two Dogs and a Deus Ex Machina
@dollarstrilogyevent prompt 4: FRIENDSHIP
In which Blondie’s mind wanders some while healing at the mission….
In San Francisco
there were these two dogs–fighting in a group, and baring teeth.
One saved the other from the fate of most dogs in a large port town,
and let him sleep curled up inside a frequently-haunted saloon door.
Bummer (as the first was called) brought scraps to wounded Lazarus
(The latter named by locals for surviving, often cheating Death.)
This duo later killed 400 rats in less than half an hour, when the fruit market overturned,
and both were set upon those plagueish banes.
(Or, so many glib reporters said, including the one that wrote about the “Celebrated Jumping Frog.”)
They even said that those two mongrels once helped stop a small, stampeding horse!Which is why I lean now, toward their remembrance. THAT, or, Delirium.
(Arch..Angel Gabriel? No. “Arch Stanton.”)
Bummer and Lazarus! Beloved by the masses, but “friends”? DOGS?!Because they had to be.
Because one saw the other lamed, then thought, perhaps,
“One day that could be me. When I’m alone.”
And, look!
There is Lazaraus, sleeping at my door.
(This is based sort of on true events. Search “Bummer and Lazarus Mark Twain.”)
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Tuesday March 21.
World Poetry Day.
Today is a celebration—but perhaps, like all celebrations, just what we are commemorating is something that we must treasure each and every day. Poetry, some might say, is just that: the treasure that artists mine from the sham and drudgery of day-to-day life. For the poet, their art is found not by searching for the exotic, mysterious, glamourous, or seductive, but by what they find before them. What is mundane and routine is as much material to be mined as life's intensities or spectacles. For the poet, the world really is their oyster. And for the rest of us, the work they produce is that very pearl. And every shade of experience, whether joy, grief, banality, intrigue, and beauty, are encapsulated in words, spaces, silence, images, and form. Whether by skill, or by chance, no one really knows, but perhaps the mess and the mystery are one and the same as its profundity. With that in mind, let's celebrate a good thing. And a good thing that is ours each and every day. It's #world poetry day.
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