My sick little dog
Wiggles and bothers
Let's go out, out, out!

I take random pictures
Brooding.
What would I miss?

She sets the pace
Sniff, pause, backtrack
Dance.

A breeze plays with strands
Of a weeping willow.
A million hidden smells.

Today
For both of us
It is enough.

-ALA

March 21, 2016