on through the rains that torn into our eyes her squint menacing even though I knew better
others were out as well took no pause at her bristled hair squinted eyes
it’s a dogs way to avoid displeasure
though there we were myself drenched herself obediently along for my folly
I call her my first for she is not counting….
and I would change nothing intent as I was to be someone in this life who spent a portion in charge of a dog
when I am disconsolate let down my frustration greater than my pleasure she lingers
ironically calling me to better myself just at the time I want to shake my fist at the world
this dog this heart this soul assigned to me for this small path through soaked lawns and dripping trees
knows something I trust I am here to become drenched in