Coincidentally. Peanut (Buster Parfait) is visiting us right now for a couple of weeks. The poem would have been less without its central contrast and juxtapositions. And the quiet, peaceful, contemplative spaces have a place in a larger world of noise, consumption, and chaos. Truth be told, I have long had a strong preference for the former.
Puppyhood left behind a decade ago, now an adult, Peanut enjoys our patio and backyard as she gets a break from the contractor’s building noise at my son’s place in their basement.