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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Author:
Matthew R. Callies (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the goldendoodle
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- In collections: Man's Best Friend.
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