Zuki’s teaching on paradox

My dog has a nose for death

nostrils hovering over desiccated leaves

muzzle excavating

scent molecules plump with decay.

On our outings she sniffs

the world into view

while I lope behind dumbnosed

to the fragrant beads of offal

left by prey and misfortune

so that she could revel in these woods

so alive.

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