Friday, April 18, 2014

Daily Dose


From The Way It Is: new & Selected Poems, by William Stafford


They struggled their legs and blindly loved, those puppies
inside my jacket as I walked through town.  They crawled
for warmth and licked each other -- their poor mother
dead, and one kind boy to save them.  I spread
my arms over their world and hurried along.

At Ellen's place I knocked and waited -- the tumult
invading my sleeves, all my jacket alive.
When she came to the door we tumbled -- black, white,
gray, hungry -- all over the living room floor
together, rolling, whining, happy and blind.

1 comment:

  1. Ohhhh, I can feel their pink paw pads and smell their sweet puppy breaths. Can I have another one? To lounge on the floor with them is true bliss surrounded by pure love.
    Thank you for this great poem, Brad.
    My love to YOU! Ty