dog and boy exist in syzygy
aligned in spirits that gravity
like moon and earth
in constant tug and push
wax and wane
tides of love come in go out
so clasp your leash to this collar
and go gadding through ditches of thin spring ice together
undistracted by squirrels’ silly chirps tree to tree
chilling rubber boots and stinking fur
with brisk bracing water
for this is no quiz or test
no right or wrong
no A or F
just growing blonde boy and eager shepherd dog
in the dark abyss
where
if you close your eyes
the phosphenes can set you on your way to see
the promise that exudes
from two lives leaning together
