The dog arrives already smiling,
a tumble of curls with a calendar full of joy.
Your quiet house begins to loosen its shoulders.
Nothing this soft should move this fast.
A tumble of curls with a calendar full of joy—
you learn the grammar of the springing paw.
Nothing this soft should move this fast;
even the furniture seems surprised.
You learn the grammar of the springing paw,
how every sock becomes a temporary myth.
Even the furniture seems surprised
by the bright weather following room to room.
How every sock becomes a temporary myth—
your quiet house begins to loosen its shoulders.
By the bright weather following room to room,
the dog arrives already smiling.