Dog Physics

by Marcia L. Hurlow

In this small woods, so early the light
is tinted blue, my spotted pup glides
in bright green leaves and leaf-shaped sun.

He breathes in light and chases the shadow
of blue jays and brown thrush. Squirrel nests
hover in cottonwood like over-flowing baskets.

As he runs past, he turns his head to me,
his mouth wide, tongue lolling, eyes sparked
with the rising sun, particles of light.

— from Juniper Volume 3, Issue 2