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LukeWalking Luke Before 5am
Daylight's not begun, part darkness lingering, cloaks morning's sun,
avoid the sprinkler system's mist, scheduled starting minutes ago.
Luke searches the front strip of grass to lift one leg then pee,
a relief for him, a uric acid enriched burnt spot soon to be.
Profundity: ushering solar anticipation, transcendental change,
this envisioned range of all I can see, called by some divinity.
I name the quality, personal identity - our guest black labrador
sniffs the pavement, impatiently searching youth's waste release.
I've mastered his impetuous tugging, fortified by pill and sleep,
leash tight, wrapped in my strong finger gripping right hand.
I take command, fortunately no moving distractions seen,
little struggling - peace, temporarily dog walking has won.
Sun's brilliance not today, prediction, a cloudy Saturday,
my daughter, son-in-law, granddaughter later will arrive.
Vociferous commotion, renewal's glee, Luke will bark and lick...
finally the crew drives away, little more to say.
16th August 2003
Author: Roy Schoenberg - Bay Shore, New York, USABack to The Poems of Roy Schoenberg