Golden Retrievals
By Mark Doty,
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’s- oh
joy- actually scared. Sniff the wind, then
I’m off again: muck, pond, ditch, residue
of any thrillingly dead thing. And you?
Either you’re sunk in the past, half our walk,
thinking of what you never can bring back,
or else you’re off in some fog concerning
-tomorrow, is that what you call it? My work:
to unsnare time’s warp (and woof!) retrieing,
my haze headed friend, you. This shining bark,
a Zen master’s bronzy gong, calls you here,
entirely, now: bow-wow, bow-wow, bow-wow.
ps: naming contest is extended until Monday, so keep your ideas coming!
July 18th, 2008 at 9:25 pm
gorgeous picture
July 19th, 2008 at 5:19 pm
I’ve never heard of Mark Doty, but I am a fan. Wish I’d written this.
July 19th, 2008 at 7:39 pm
I haven’t heard of Mark Doty either. Nice writing. And nice pic, is that Stranger?
July 20th, 2008 at 1:43 am
Nah, Stranger is even cuter : )