My little dog
runs towards me
almost dying
with excitment
he comes along
in leaps & bounds
tail up
tongue out
in absolute
determination
to greet me
his loving master
but
disaster
he hits
a divot
goes into a tail spin
stumbles
tumbles
and arrives
at my feet
a sprawling ball
of fur!
'Oh, Pepe! '
I pick him up
I laugh at him.
He laughs at me.
I put him in
my left hand
combat jacket pocket
& we go to the library.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What unbounded love and joy...and then I pick him up, I laugh at him...he laughs at me...is anything more wonderful than that kind of love?