A few months ago we acquired Buddy from a lovely family after our Blue Heeler was killed. His prior family said they couldn’t keep him (for a number of reasons), said they hadn’t even named him but I suspect they were fibbing; a little white lie to ease our grief.
Right away our family asked what we were going to name this little fellow. Without thinking (in my typical weird, off the cuff manner) I blurted out, “He told me his name is Patrick, but that we could call him Buddy.” The grand-kids believed me, excited that I could communicate with dogs. The children mumbled something about having me committed. I just smiled and thought, at least I don’t talk to shoes.
My wife’s new pink slippers
have gay pom-poms.
There is not a spot or a stain
on their satin toes or their sides.
All night they lie together
under her bed’s edge.
Shivering I catch sight of them
and smile, in the morning.
Later I watch them
descending the stair,
hurrying through the doors
and round the table,
with a shake of their gay pom-poms!
And I talk to them
in my secret mind
out of pure happiness.
We later found out that Buddy’s name was ‘Gus’. My husband couldn’t wait to share that bit of information. I said something like, “Aww, I knew they sacrificed their sweet puppy out of pure kindness.” He of course really wanted to make the point that the dog had NOT told me his name was Patrick. At that point I had to be honest…
“Hmm… Well, he didn’t really say his name was Patrick.” I admitted.
“I KNEW IT!” Husband gloated.
“What he actually said was that he was born Patrick Gustav, but he prefers to be called Buddy.”
The husband politely conceded and took Buddy out to find a new stick.
I was relieved that the issue had been settled once and for all until Buddy ran back in to tell me something; a disturbing bit of gossip actually. He said after the lights are out and the house is quiet that my Reeboks snicker and mock me, they laugh at the way I run!
The shoes, of course have the right to their opinion and I (of course) have the right to stomp around in altered footwear.
I find they fit much better minus the tongue. 😉
“The Thinker” was published in Williams’s book, Sour Grapes: a book of poems (The Four Seas Company, 1921).
Don’t let poetry die from neglect or sit gathering dust until next April.
May I suggest a nice anthology by HWA,
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