Spiral of a Happy dog

Matthew R. Callies

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.

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  • sorenbarrett

    A bright poem written in a cascading form that enhances the energy of the animal it depicts. Nicely written it bounces.

  • Syd

    I very much enjoyed this one Matthew.

    I love the lines "Nothing this soft should move this fast"

    Great, fun write.

    - Syd 🍄

  • Tristan Robert Lange

    Oh, Matthew…this was fun. Anybody who has lived with a happy dog knows exactly how quickly they take over the house and your heart. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛



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