Rescued

Joya arrived 10.5.16, poem & photo by Elizabeth
                  DOG CLOUD

when clean
              you feel like a cloud
     as I finger your hair
                             so  soft   &   light
  you might                             drift away 
                           if not
                  for Love's Gravity   
                
                        gold as Sun
                 airy as Sky
                             You are our Constellation
       after we'd raced too long & lost
              through stars' buckshot 
                       until You reconnected 

          those beacons of Light
              Beauty     &     Hope
    with balls & squirrels & a belly
                  splayed
       for all the love & joy
                  our hands could supply

Thank you NorCal Poodle Rescue for letting me foster the wonderful Joya, five years ago today.

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By Elizabeth Oakley Weaver

Even as a kid I've said it doesn't matter if I live to be 150: this life will be the blink of an eye. Poet, author, visual artist, photographer, educator and lover of life (though still working on the hard parts like Covid, violence, inequity), I'm completing a memoir inspired by and largely about dogs and people.

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