Dog In a Turning Pond
Paws in a rippling swash
thrash and dip in a twirling circle,
paddlewheel a roundness.
Mouth wide in the sluice, a sodden rudder
pushes sideways braiding a foaming wake.
Pond and dog orbit an ocular sky,
watery eyes memo the turning scene:
a bobbing hat floats beneath clouds,
a heron fishing under its stooping shadow,
a nodding woman upon a snorting horse,
a stroller leading a man on the outer rim.
The delirious dog bites a wave and sneezes,
while to-and-fro, a bobbing ball seductively,
turns his world.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2020
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