bad dog chugs and bobs like hobo railroad dreams
his broken lease zags merrily like freedom it zigs
bad dog raises a paw sniffs godlike the airs
claims kingdom trash cans so fair and lovely the porchlands
where unruffled cats so preeningly purr and glare
he knows what they know
why master wants to teach him new tricks, and that
the planet they come from has no dogs
all the leaves lay broken now
their dust fallen through the grass beneath
and green dots like toe of woodspirit, the daffodil the crocus
the souls of good witches like popcorn minted and jam
multifarious the chiaroscuro and dew so frozen
smooth as candles the frost spotted with warmth
new and grinning are gems that herald
Winter’s sturdy pregnancy
in early throes to its child the Spring
The girl in the window brushes her hair its new notes
her body her skin sonorous her eyes golden and bright
and the boy who yelled that he loved her from his fast bike
does not seem foolish now his eyes were all colors now, and flash.
She hums