Jazzminn 4/17/92 - 1/26/04

A Poodle Dance of Joy

In her morning language
She spoke of flight
Punctuated with agile leaps and whirls
Clearly, the pause only for photographic
Opportunities

No vain worries on this
Bad hair day
Her inner beauty fueled
By green beans and the occasional
Breath mint

When the bell rang
She wore her
Kindergarten fashions
A tolerant authority on hide-n-seek
In honeysuckle vines

Around and around a pond
A smile chased her
Exuberant voice to
Scatter inconvenienced ducks
On ripples of laughter

Her gaze on evening wings
Carried her desire to
Shape me in the comfortable
Sweetness of touching confirmed by
A canine purr

And in the moonlight
It’s truly a
Matter of love
And otherwise unoccupied hands
Filled with a persistent nose

~~~
remembered with enduring love