Gentle then hard then gentle
And in joyous gratitude
The grass and orchids and ferns
Have drunk in these delirious draughts
While riding on the waves
From a nearby star
High over head
Life leaps in this green orgy
It’s what it does.
The wet yellow dog
Stops to share a pet
Showing scars about her eye
Lessons she has likely forgotten
Being of the big-hearted short-memoried bred
Long on grace and beauty and play
But not so much on dog-social intelligence
Someday she will be bitten again
As we cheer her spirit and
Pity it too.
These things we share
On this day of spats and dogs.