Sunday, June 29, 2008

Every morning


Every morning at sunrise the fidgety brown dog
gets me up for a walk.


Sometimes we find fierce sticks


and strawberries, tiny and wild.


Finally we get to the waterfall.

The water is lovely.


Then we head home,


where I am ready to face the tasks of the day,


and the brown dog is no longer fidgety.


Friday, June 20, 2008

IF: Hoard



Even a hoarder should share once in a while.