Drizzly in the desert but the dogs are dry Here in my room with me lying close by Alongside one another sister brother Bow-wow-wowser Marisol-ate-it-all Dusty dogses of the desert in the fall Fell in with a fellow philosopher Existing existentially as it were Three turning out to be good company Learning as we go to be or not to be Seeing we are being comfortably Slow soup steady on the stove to be ready At midnight when cats wonder what we do What we do is wonder but understand too The three of us will be all right tonight +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII