Wading For Dog, Oh

They are not drowned, the fields
of marsh across the river,
but tide's a surprising thing:
There may be water still in the great track rut
for him to trouble
with his splashing dash and ducking head,
until he stands in rapture grinning
and I call him to come shake it off
head to tail
like Pluto, faithful clown.

August 17 2015