Dog Day Dreams
Posted: April 25th, 2010, 3:51 pm
DOG DAY DREAMS
Tree branches whisper memory
Of many springs...
Parked by the Glenwood Sandwich Shop—
My mind bends...
I daydream about
Bosco—“first black dog archon
Of Planet Masada”...
A little pooch, black as pitch who
Chases after every bitch/
Bosco, who climbs up into
Holly bushes & under houses
To escape bitter January winds
The original beloved outside mutt...
Who has a stubby tail
Hanging over his butt/
Who still is in my heart...
Another one of those winter
Dog day dreams/
(Circa Feb. 1979),
Tree branches whisper memory
Of many springs...
Parked by the Glenwood Sandwich Shop—
My mind bends...
I daydream about
Bosco—“first black dog archon
Of Planet Masada”...
A little pooch, black as pitch who
Chases after every bitch/
Bosco, who climbs up into
Holly bushes & under houses
To escape bitter January winds
The original beloved outside mutt...
Who has a stubby tail
Hanging over his butt/
Who still is in my heart...
Another one of those winter
Dog day dreams/
(Circa Feb. 1979),