hard packed sand
this bold crow
marches
on
defying
my curious dog
dog
Buster, 6pm /
BUSTER, 6PM
My dog's ears are taut sails in stiff winds
tuned for a six note song
slam
beep
clomp clomp
rattle
creak
HOME!
My Dog Dreams /
My Dog Dreams
My dog dreams of deep grass
a pungent trail
squirrel tails
corpulent frogs
a tasty stick
He's a lion lurking
stalking deer
hunting with eagles
soaring with hawks
He's a coyote keening
for a broken moon
a black bear cub
in his underground room
he's conquering winter
conjuring spring
My dog dreams of deep grass
-sketch and poem, Anne Ylvisaker
It's Thursday. I'm writing. Buster's in the doorway, dreaming. We're both waiting for spring.