the metal bowl: hollow ring
reverberates through the house
calling the hound to breakfast
it is a bell
that chimes across a valley
calling the monks to prayer
the house is still and quiet
but for the click of nails
on the tiled floor
but for the rustle of robes
and the intake of breath
before the chant begins
still: the bowl rings again
a Pavlovian yearning
the dog and I, full of want
Pamela Olson
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