Sunday, April 18, 2010

To Care for a Dog with Two Legs


Once she was a circle of yellow,
herding us along the beach.
Now she looks up at me,
from the sling around her hips,
a yellow lump of dog
walking on her front legs.
Do I detect gratitude? Or was that
"How much longer are you
going to make me do this?"
She is still beautiful.
She will not recover. She is old.
She whines all night.
Somehow, she is less yellow,
but seems more like a circle.


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