Sunday, June 29, 2008
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
Even a hoarder should share once in a while.