The Dog on the Grass

you open your eyes
like the flowers that follow
in the light of spring,
your engine-snore halting.

and you sigh a steamy sigh
to roll over and over. slow, slow,
to fall asleep again with a sneeze;
on the grass, in the breeze.

your tail limp, feet towards the sky,
reaching over and over. grow, grow,
yet somehow barely changing
till we see the end of time, and cling:

a little gently, then grasping a little more

and more
and more

reaching over and over
towards the sky
to one another
clinging
before
time
flies
.