2:00 Bankside

January 26, 2018

Quick to his haunches he crouches low –rear up

jerks to and fro anxiously panting ready to dive in.

The sun beats down reflecting

back in sharp shards

from the deep dark muddy river.


Tracing bank edge with his nose

he backrolls into the crusty mud

sloughing off his city coat.

Splashing in, with only the tip of tail and nose

breaking surface, his head is low

in the murky underworld.

Above the gentle James unfolds its veil

as patterns of current

sweep the geese downriver

to some other heaven.


Suddenly he springs back to the bank

shaking loose soaked fur,

baptizing me with a tail thumping

hymnal and a howlsong.


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