summertime puppy love
This is a true story
for my darling Willis
Upon my belly, puppy lies
breathing, twitching, happy sighs.
I softly stroke her fuzzy head
we're sprawled upon the hide-a-bed.
she kicks a paw toward the sheep
that she is herding in her sleep.
though burrs adorn her calloused paw
and haunches gummed with pine and straw
we lie upon my favorite quilt:
her slumber brings a welcomed dirt
from hours of wrestling in the sand
and sniffing out a fenceless land
and frolicking through the desert wide
of romps and tromps and life outside-
the pulsing of a life that's free
I feel her heart against my knee.
and dreaming of a belly scratch
she rolls upon her puppy back.
a soft embrace of dust and silt
we lie upon my favorite quilt.