first grey whisker

my dog has seen the world

through the window of my Soul

on the second day of the rest of her life

she spent her first night

in the crisp air of the Catalinas

high above the Sonoran Desert

her chocolate coat of fur

was soaked in campfire smoke

as we laid in our shelter of goose down

and cheap nylon

her fur has faded

but that night hasn't

when

we were both so young

then