Because Tom could not walk with me,
This guy kindly did;
The whole beach held but just ourselves
And Immortality.
He trotted fast, he would not slow,
I had to put away
Desire to look for beach glass,
Desire to look for stone.
We passed the pier where children flew
Their kites against the clouds;
We passed the dunes of handsome grass,
We passed the setting sun.
Or rather, he passed us;
The wind grew blustery and chill,
For only poly fleece my coat,
My ear muffs only buds.
We paused before a wave that seemed
A swelling of the ground;
The sky was scarcely visible,
We heard a crashing sound.
Since then 'tis hours, and yet still
I can't forget the place
I first surmised the eyes of god
Were in this pooch's face.
