Golden Retrievals
Fetch? Balls and sticks capture my attention
seconds at a time. Catch? I don’ t think so.
Bunny, tumbling leaf, a squirrel who’ s — oh
joy — actually scared. Sniff the wind, then
I’ m off again: muck, pond, ditch, residue
of any thrillingly dead thing. And you?
Either you’ re sunk in the past, half our walk,
thinking of what you never can bring back,