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