Doberman

My cranberry Doberman

Chastised the postman for existing

Up and down the mulberry streets

Like tribal armies in combat

They clash at the intersection

I scold him for it but I love him for it too

I love him the way I wish my ex loved me

But the past twists away

In licks from his river tongue

And barks trees couldn't provide

I know his voice

The honesty in his pant never betrays my ears

Between wind and dirt

He buries his time-tested dreams

Waiting to honor that bone with his teeth when he's ready to dig it up

I wouldn't trade him for the greatest unusual thing

Even in every destructive pattern

Turning my couch to housework

Tracking Mother Nature in my living room

He's a dirty scoundrel I would put down before I give up

And when he couldn't lift his prize from the soil

When he couldn't muddy the immaculate things anymore

When he couldn't reach a paw for my couch

I put him down and gave him to glory

My sweet cranberry Doberman