Poetry: For Honey Boy, a dog
By Grayce Scholt Aug 2009
(At Gravel Lake)
His golden hair streams out behind his hocks
in aureoles of light, as crashing through the grasses
toward the shore, he splashes into swirls of lake
and stops.
With forepaw raised, his gaze intent,
he bites relentlessly the glaze of light
as if his life depended on the catch of
one small fish.
And then he stops. He whirls around
as if surprised by his own wish
and gallops shoreward shaking
his bright diamond gifts all over us,
his eyes aflame
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