Dogs

April is National Poetry Month. Also, The season of joy for dogs and their walkers.

DOGS

i.

Post to post
lawn to lawn

invisible lines
crisscrossing streets

traces everywhere
left behind

dogs

sensing

bringing you
to your senses.

ii.

You follow
stop watch
wait
patience
running low
comes to an end
your fist tightens
heart ticks
tells you
it’s time
to move on
the leash
snaps.

iii.

The white
pure-bred
German shepherd
on the other side
with unfamiliar master
in tow
is your childhood dog
you’re certain of it
dead and buried

long ago
and you wonder
if could it be
and your answer
is maybe.