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| Bosco 2003-2014 |
Zacky, my spring-heeled dog, goes bouncing into the middle
of the flyers around the bird feeder--
his pure simple joy as he watches them rise.
his tongue hanging out, his eyes alight, defies the winter.
We have had snow, then thaw, then rain, then refreeze.
The world here is icebound.
The rain pooled almost to the doorstep, but the
still frozen ground could not accept it and iced over again.
The rinks have endured for two weeks now.
My dog comes to the door, exhilarated, certain
that his mama will be there to let him in for a cookie and a nap.
I am his open door, his open heart, his centering sun.
Someone I know has just lost her dog--
she is crying. I am crying for them.
Two to four more inches is expected here shortly,
while winter plays the immortal.
As I hold my smiling pal, I think of my old dogs,
Sundance and Bosco, and how much I miss them.
They passed.
Winter will pass.
I too will pass, along with all my stuff and memories.
Today I will sit stroking Zacky and watching out the window
as the snow falls and falls.
Winter will have its day but will fade, as will
presidents and peacocks,
blue jays and babies,
a constant falling,
with all of us aboard for the ride.
(Detroit Michigan, 2/13/25)
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Written for What's Going On? "Landscapes."
Music: Dave Grusin The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter theme
How wonderful to see Bosco smiling up at me today. Your bright-hearted boy. And then reading about Zacky, "spring-heeled", eyes alight. I love "I am his open door, his open heart, his centering sun." So lovely. There is nothing better than a poem full of dogs except the dogs themselves, so you know how much I love this poem. I resonate with the musings - that presidents and peacocks will fade. A wonderful read this morning.
ReplyDelete"They passed. / Winter will pass. / I too will pass, along with all my stuff and memories." I wonder if the bird feeder will remain, but I'm delighted that presidents will pass. The snow and iced in landscape of this poem lends itself to nostalgia and feelings of safety in the temporariness of it all. I love it.
ReplyDeleteWow, it sounds just like the weather WE are getting today. (After a long period of NO snow at all!) White is finally blanketting the ground. (Olive loves it and says hi to Zacky. I enjoyed reading about the relationship of you and your dog..) All schools closed for the day. Ah, these days bring out the nostalgia...Bosco and Sundance who passed, as winter will pass, as we all will pass. A day to sit and reflect!
ReplyDeleteHow wonderfully comforting this leaves me as I read the final verse - I am glad you have had the unconditional love of your pups - Jae
ReplyDeleteI love that the dogs are part of the landscape, Shay, and the way you describe that landscape in these lines:
ReplyDelete‘The world here is icebound.
The rain pooled almost to the doorstep, but the
still frozen ground could not accept it and iced over again’
and these lines are poignant:
‘They passed.
Winter will pass.
I too will pass, along with all my stuff and memories.’