Note toward the banality of goodness

I am out walking my cat

this late afternoon in November.

To be honest my cat is walking me. He goes

where he wants.

The border

to  our neighbor though

cannot be crossed.

His leash is long

but not long enough.

I must follow his ways and

to be  honest that is the way

it should be.

My wish like blessed Spinoza taught

is the shadow

of the must.

The moon, I see,

is  just a mere splinter.

The clouds to the west

are the surf

which  our love rides on.


11.11.13 Helsingør

Jonathan Schwartz

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