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Column 738

Symbiosis

Intro by Ted Kooser
05.12.2019

Ibbet­son Street is a jour­nal that comes out twice a year and does a fine job select­ing its poems. I like this one by Ken­neth Lee, a gyne­co­log­i­cal pathol­o­gist in Boston, whose most recent book is Grav­i­ty Waves. TV com­mer­cial pro­duc­ers have learned that it’s effec­tive to put a dog in with the peo­ple, and here we have dogs and their friends in a poem. And this week you get a new word, aliquot,” to go with your cof­fee. His most recent book is Open­ing the Camp.

Symbiosis

I sit with my thermos of coffee on the mall:
a mile-long promenade, arcades of elms
flanking a generous aliquot of benches.
 
But at this early hour it starts to dawn:
I am the only one without a dog.
So, a witness to an ancient symbiosis,
as it's evolved within a modern city:
 
The dogs, I note, are smaller, the owners
less ferocious. The former sniff then poop,
the latter, like potty-training parents, pat their heads,
gather it in plastic doggy-bags.
 
It's no longer for the hunt or for protection;
both species have adapted to survive
hard loneliness inside a small apartment.
 

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2017 by Kenneth Lee, "Symbiosis," from Ibbetson Street, (No. 42, 2017). Poem reprinted by permission of Kenneth Lee and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.