Talking To My Dog On Way To Taos by Tom Harrington

If our pets ever develop the gift of language, I hope their poems are as kind as Tom Harrington’s ode to his dear friend, Ginger.

Photo courtesy Brian Landis

Talking To My Dog On Way To Taos

by Tom Harrington

Ginger, how you hearten me
with your fast-going-deaf ears
only catching the loudest pitch of my whistle
before you race back
to me atop a stone
in a mile high pine meadow.

Time was in the deep wilderness
you went miles beyond my loudest beckoning
but to my relief, my joy,
your canine maps always brought you
back from chasing after bear or deer.

Dear girl, let’s remember
the whistle is our vow to
keep close now.

Toast was a weekly email newsletter that ran from July 2018 to March 2019. All of the pieces from Toast’s run and more can be read in Solo Novo 5/6.

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