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The ice holds to the city
on this December morning:
diamond glitter
spread thick
on empty roads:
they glisten in the dawn
like an extra terrestrial Christmas light,
So still
this urban frozen river.
Ravens skirt the edges
of abandoned routes
just because they can,
but the squirrels look
down from the walnut tree,
tails back and high
adorning their tufted ears
like a 5th Ave. mink coat.
They chatter
at the dog
who charges
all fours
to slip and slide
and I laugh:
it’s a dog’s job
to cheer his master,
no ego
no shame
no fool:
he knows
a happy man
is a generous man –
salivating
at the thought of
so many
treats
and
bowls which once emptied
need licking –
Feasts are near
as
the house begins
to harbor strange things
which never should be inside –
like the tall tree
heavy with trinkets
and the smell
of deep valleys
in far off mountains
of clear light
and cold nights
that hide herds of elk.
Yes, there’s even
clatter in the kitchen:
pots
glass
paper
and
sweet aroma
of venison
and orange glaze.

The dog turns
to look
fleetingly
at the me
and make a quick
judgement call:
stay or go?
As I slip
I see him lunge
and we both tumble further
as if in a choreographed embrace.
I look up from under
his wet coat
and see tiny icicles
on the primrose –0327_frozen-flower-624x415
one solitary
confused
bud
still waiting
for the sun.
The squirrels
drop their tails
and run,
their claws skimming
bark :
we lay there
laughing
entwined
and I grip his
lanky tail:
a rudder to safety.
He knows now,
surely
there’s a treat to be had……

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