
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.