Nothing is ever too hard for a dog,
all big dumb happiness and effort.
This one keeps swimming out into the 
icy water for a stick, 
he'd do it all day and all night 
if you'd throw it that long, 
he'd do it till it killed him, then he'd die
dripping and shining, a black waterfall,
the soggy broken stick still clenched
in his doggy teeth,

and watching him ( Read more... )

This is a poem I read on here several months ago. I found it looking through my bookmarks, and I think it, as with the poems posted in answer to my query, is wonderful. I've noticed that every poem I read is about loss of some kind or another, lately - probably reader's interpretation there. I really love this community ( Read more... )