I don't know why
that dog chose me
when I was only
a young friend in a green gingham dress
blending into grass
he sniffed and licked then plopped downand
put his head in my lap
his coat was golden shaggy
his brown eyes settled and then an
open mouth smile as only a dog can
pink tongue panting in the summer sun
i fell in love and gave him a hug
my father found us playing in the back
he went in to ask if we could
just maybe keep this
finally a pet bigger than a fish
he was friendly and had no tags
nobody will come looking for him
the answer like a muzzle shuts
the begging mouth of a new pup
"no dirty dogs allowed in my cleanhouse"
the decision was final
her mind made up
so we played until the sun was at bay
we gently wiped our tears away
and gave my friend some water to lap
as the camera snapped a memory
of the pet that never was
we opened the gate and let him walk
the street to
a place that only dogs
who choose little girls
go to find love
YOU ARE READING
north on 50 - canadian interior poems
Puisias long as we live we create and break relations with fantastic efficiency. when attachments prove inconvenient, its not always the other that agrees. its the will changing people, places and things. answers in the unanswered. a pregnant pause.
