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