2005/dazed.wpd

The dog stands on the deck
looking dazed,
as though she can’t fathom
why she is there.
Why it is so cold.
Everything.

She has good ideas
about how to do morning,
the one sunny spot on the couch,
her eyes blinking and watering
in the light.
Stretching out on the deck
against the wall of the house,
her nose twitching
with the morning smells.

12/3/05