The New Dog in  General   

Into the gravity of my life,
the serious ceremonies
of polish and paper
and pen, has come

this manic animal
whose innocent disruptions
make nonsense
of my old simplicities--

as if I needed him
to prove again that after
all the careful planning,
anything can happen.

By Linda Pastan

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Other poems by Linda Pastan:

• A New Poet
• Emily Dickinson
• Home For Thanksgiving
• Jump Cabling
• Meditation By The Stove
• Pears
• Petit Dejeuner
• Prosody 101
• Shadblow
• Something About The Trees
• The Happiest Day
• The New Dog
• To A Daughter Leaving Home
• Vermilion
• What We Want
• Wind Chill