My Canine Excuse
Walking the dog at night,
the realms of scent and sight
flow from this lamppost and your
house.
There’s freshly-coded news to
sniff,
and a curtain only partly-drawn
shows me your light-blue TV world.
Suddenly you look out –
we see each other
like photographers caught in each
other’s picture.
A world opens on this moment,
so huge its power rushes down the
leash and
tugs me to your door.
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