Perfect Petey

There's something about that

Elementary black circle
Smudged innocently
Around Petey's left eye,
That forces us to realize
That even a Little Rascal
From the back side of nowhere
Can have a dream—
A presence of mind
That conjures an idea of some
Satisfying righteousness—
Some utopic, ancient pattern, somewhere,
Of absolute perfection.
And so, in childlike hopefulness,
We take our sharpies, too,
And scrawl our longings like graffiti
On the canvasses of life that we find.

But Petey, you are perfect to me,
With or without the artifice.
I love your sweet face,
And your abundant personality.
Your loyal friendship
And sweet companion
Attentively abide in Presence Sublime,
And there is nothing more beautiful
 Or ideal than that to me.

 

-jenn long