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Sleek and silky, Rufus awaits
Best dog in the world -
knowing that,
as light turns golden,
the moment will come.
“Walk?” I ask.
Up he leaps,
tail sweeping side to side,
and, dare I add,
he’s smiling?
Patient, he accepts the leash,
his required tether
of domesticity.
We leave our yard.
On concrete walks and
paved paths, he trots,
denying himself sumptuous scents
and opportunities of relief,
trusting
the moment will come.
Inside the course,
I unsnap the lock.
Black and white fur blows back
as he bounds across green grass
against a twilit sky.
Beyond my gaze,
he roams free,
unaware, I think, of me.
But then, with stick in mouth,
he returns and drops it at my feet.
The invitation so clear:
“Play with me,
and see what I can do!”
Over & over I throw the stick
to his delight and mine.
I laugh, I relax, I revel -
his singular beauty unmatched.
Until, of course, the sky so dark,
I raise my hand and bark,
“Ru!”
And back he comes, ready
to be re-tethered,
to be home.
***************
The golden light is nearing.
I’ve waited long enough.
My tether to domesticity unlocked,
I bound free in new space.
Words, I bring.
“Play with me!” I besiege you.
Take what I offer, what you may need,
as twilight deepens into night.
Then, a hand will rise,
my name called,
And to home
I will return.
About the Creator
Denise Davis
A Manhattan-toasted, Kentucky marinated, Southern Californian, this 60+ year old woman has studied writing, taught writing and admired writing. It's time to actually begin writing. We shall see how this goes.
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Comments (1)
Great poem!