Dog logic

 

Dog logic. pic

 

the river today is a gun-ruffled grey

hard faced to the wind, which

we are told, is from Siberia

freakish in March

because the jet-stream has been reversed

so now snow lays amid the rigid stalks of grass

whose defiant green blades wait

like old campaigners for the thaw

which, when it comes,

will render all of this to the long march of history

but in a hot opportunistic streak

Tinkerbell steals one of Daphne’s gloves and runs

in a tumult of fur away with her prize

Kiki sets to barking and bossing the other dogs

whilst we, keepers of the leads, huddle in the warmth

of our shared solidarity

wearing daft hats against the elements

making small talk and putting cement

into the cracks of adversity.

Request Stop

fragments linger

fragments linger

 

The summer folds. Light fades

All those tourists. Now, office bound

So the to and fro of carefree feet

Are roosting. Anticipating change

Culture, fun and sun

The extremities that leisure permits

Will be put away until the pot

Permits another jaunt

Another tilt toward the far-side

Where mind, memory and hope

Are teased by vainglorious innocence

Force us in our fidgeting existence

To run risks with charlatans

And have our hard won dreams

Run aground and ruined

Or, and with this hope we persist

Our time abroad

Leaves a glow. A welcome stain

To carry home

And hope that there is more

To squeeze from the tube

Marked FUN