Call as You Will
By Todd Boss
—retracing
trail until
the sun makes
up its mind
to leave
a wilderness
behind—you’ll
never find
the dog
who seems
(in this most
vivid of vivid
dreams) alive
and fresh,
a wish
made flesh,
who left
the leash
and now is
lost—lost
good in the
heart’s deep
wood.
Source: Poetry (July/August 2009)