Canine

with Reka Jellema



With heart of hound
We pawed the ground
Our panting hung in canine
Clouds

The chilled air
Crisped our mouths

And by our gods
Alone we quavered
Dogging every word
Of favor
From our master's
Tongue

We licked
Our spots, divined
A crotch
From miles off

Unleashing
With each nudge of snout
Scents by the millions
Stars exploding
Pungent edge of lawns, uprooted
Trees, and variegated clumps
Of weeds

Our nostrils quivered
And our tails shot up

And by her lead
We reached
The promised fields
Clover green
And the dandelion seed
Scattered in our
Frenzied embarkation


Written with Reka Jellema

© Reka Jellema & Brendan Bonsack
October 2014