As I was about to face today’s blank page
without vision or inspiration on an apparently featureless day
a dog came by my log
enraptured by the seaweed odors
He puttered by, heedless of me
(like his master, who often sits nearby absorbed in his phone)
his coloring, however, complements the alder patterns
His restless energy reminds me of crows
So maybe despite my judgements about all dogs on this beach, lawbreaking dogs,
he belongs here too
as much as I do
We are all visitors
Composed August 28, 2025