i went to town and i came back
placed the cartons on the shelves
checked the money in the bank, egad,
fed the dog and fed myself
and left the house again
determined i would live another day
modestly the dog and me
to watch the disappearance of our tracks
from field and woods
and following her lead, do what Rosie does:
lift my head and breathe the wind and fill myself
with the rich sensations of the present.
