In the same vein
hands are laced
of lovers walking

runners erect
their running stances
filling with air

like animals do
to avoid
being eaten

I am guilty of this
and pulling away my dog
from his interests

something about today
though. I am
in touch

a hand has drawn the sun
a little closer,
cracking it

like an egg
over
the water

I let my dog stop
and sniff
whatever he wants

we gaze upon a duck
at the edge
of the spillway

I will be a new man
when I have forgotten
this day

and can read on it again
its fishing men
beneath

like ants in a sink
twitching in the spray
of a silver faucet

they won’t catch much
most of the fish
are sent downstream

through a bypass
in the dam. Shall we
go to the end today?

where heron stand
aloft in
their jubilant arches

piercing
their faces
on the water