The Dog Park

Image by _vane_ from Pixabay

I catch the eye of a German Shepard
gorging on pine cones, clinging to spring grass

I catch the sky becoming the ocean
wisps of clouds forming white caps

behind a pair of crows, beneath evergreen stalactites
before another week of rain puts the lid back on

The last color to be named was Sky Blue:
The magnificent collision of pure light in a field of air
scattered and sprinkling and under our watchful eye
becoming a piece of pale poster-board

If you let the world flip over sometimes
tails of fireworks stream out and you forget
everything you know

I think the Shepard knows that he will pace the carpet
once again chewing on something manufactured

I think we all know what is close
as we get oriented in this fading light

But here come a pair of black and brown Mastiffs
one by one visiting blanket islands to offer

the following invitation: Kiss me
Now is perfect