bookends of a weekday

you come home at the end of the day
to a welcome by dogs like children

in a way that you will 
almost forget the dark of morning

waking at 4 am to the crisp outdoors
with their own halfdreams

and the race to leave this little island
for the bustling city two bridges away

through the glass windows you see
the silvering skyline

the graying strait
the coming tide



            



                                         shane, 23 june 2013