for her poem “Over and Over Tune”
Evidently you’ve never loved a dog,
studied the thought process within that thick
skull beneath the fur. You’ve basked in your blog
rather than watched its eyes, assured and quick
at studying you, so calm with faith at its
place in the world; so in touch with feelings
no one can pass your street, your yard, much less
approach your door without four legs peeling
to the entrance or fence, welcoming or
warning, depending on the scent. Humans
“lick no matter what,” not dogs. With fervor,
they sniff before they touch. Yet, much like man,
howl at the moon when lonely; keep trying
to find love; never announce they’re dying.
Roger Armbrust
February 5, 2007
