The Sadness of Puppies
Up there, squirrels, teasing and clacking.
Birds, up there, away and away.
Up there, plum flowers, petals falling
everywhere too fast.
Down here, my nose can't stop.
My tail nearly levitates my whole behind.
Down here, once in a while, a tongue on kid tongue,
often a tongue on skin the color inside my ear when it flaps
open and one of them refolds it,
but no one licks back.
Down here, first teeth drop out on the floor.
Down here, feet I like to lie on, warmer.
Up there, she says, "Puppy love."
Up there, squirrels.
From BITE EVERY SORROW (Louisiana State University Press, 1998)