Chasing
*for Mom and Wally
Clipped from under the feet it did not merit,
the earth ceded its grip on all that was
Chino. His was the tail whose wag would dare it
to become part of this motion's cause. Because
a dog's a dog, one cannot be sure of earth
as more than another fetched thing, one more
spinning disc of which only he knew its worth.
And come to think of it, let him keep score!
I dig it, Chino. I feel the difference
made when you counted for joy the spinning
that threatens to fling us free of itself. Once
I flung over you earth, shoveled and spinning,
no tail upturning its settle. I dig it,
Chino, but now it, not you, grips tight at my feet.
*for Mom and Wally
Clipped from under the feet it did not merit,
the earth ceded its grip on all that was
Chino. His was the tail whose wag would dare it
to become part of this motion's cause. Because
a dog's a dog, one cannot be sure of earth
as more than another fetched thing, one more
spinning disc of which only he knew its worth.
And come to think of it, let him keep score!
I dig it, Chino. I feel the difference
made when you counted for joy the spinning
that threatens to fling us free of itself. Once
I flung over you earth, shoveled and spinning,
no tail upturning its settle. I dig it,
Chino, but now it, not you, grips tight at my feet.
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