When I Went Out This Morning
When I went out this morning,
nothing unusual happened to me,
only my cleats keeping time
on ice-bound earth,
my dog’s easy loping alongside,
belying her claws clicking percussion,
down a hill so steep in the newborn sun
I nearly miss fox tracks
leading to woods,
the piteousness of doves
cooing over our heads,
reflecting wing-lights winking
like eyes as they pass—
nothing special to see
when I went out this morning.
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