Telepathy
For Pam
(Sister Mary Agnes)
now
metal money too seldom clatters
on marble counters
of cafĂ©’s and bars
where cash
registers don’t chime but slide
a draw out for
those paying hard money
now solitary
silence in a cell’s
customary for nuns
and digital
literati broken by
birdsong owls
hooting at
night dogs nosing attention
you can marvel
anyone ever sought
quiet concentration
without headphones
in a populous city
with no private space
when papyrus was
paper and scratch was slate
Dogs tune out
digital
commerce, texting, just plain spying
all
that noise
dogs
have it
a
reality of smell
they
also read your minds
so
that all your thought
they
know
Argos
knew
Odysseus
would come home
would a dog
sense Pam's ghost
turning towards me?
though so far away
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2016, 2018