Old dog, silvery muzzle
Lifts his head
When I put on my coat.
Heaven for him
Is going to be
An endless walk
Uncensored Songs for Sam Abrams, Spuyten Duyvil, New York, n.d. P. 43
Sophie used to retrieve on land. She can’t do that anymore. She goes at it too hard. Adapted that to plain running. Me on a bike, Sophie running alongside. That is out now, she goes lame, the impact aggravates her arthritis. The only place she is free now is in the water.
And when the dew fell upon the camp in the night, the manna fell upon it.