I stare forever with a longing eye;
you have another interest, I can see.
I rest my head down on my arm and sigh
and wonder if today you’ll notice me.
It’s been awhile since you last called my name
and we went walking by the silver slough.
Your black stick’s in the closet where it’s lain
a year since fall when our last trip was through.
Was it my muddy feet that angered you?
The hours pass but you don’t look around
to see I’ve brought slippers and the ball too;
your eyes and hands caress this love you’ve found.
I guess I’ll go and check the pond again
and see if any geese are coming in.
