28 March 2005

Carol Peters

Doggy Day

I cup my hands to meet
the yellow head of a dog
plows ahead of his body
I jump down from the coral
plinth the stippled riot
fractures my pace slow and pickety
my big toes gambol dive
down into wet sand
the dog’s weight
motion intent
nose and mouth like a lippy horse
unreined the ancient child
collapses around him
absorbs dogness
frothing devotions
encompasses the head
the dog wrapped in palms
breast where love comes from
what he is testing
his fever my truth

[With a forecast of partly cloudy possible showers, we've had 4-6" since last night and if I walked outside, I'd be wet. Wireless to the world rocks.]

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