Monday, February 9, 2009

Dog Treads Lightly on the Day

Jewels in the trees
the asphalt glazed with ice

Dog treads lightly
on this world

Even his breath, soft
white cumulus huffs

is beautiful. Above,
four crows in one tree

squawk at seven crows
in the adjacent tree. Dog

gives them a look. “Chill,”
it says, “chill.” The day

is clear as ice, sharp
as glass.

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