So Much Depends
So much depends upon a German Shepherd,
a Vizsla, Collie, or this yellow Lab
beside the sightless lady who walks round
the streets and sidewalks of a megacity
as treacherous as black ice and as peppered
with poles and holes and bumps and curbs and cars
as space with comets, asteroids, and stars—
so different from those dog-less days as drab
as a book of empty pages and no plot.
With four good ears and six good feet they bound
along the lanes. Why pity them, this gritty
duo moving through this tangle fraught
with myriad risks? Do they appear to fear it?
How can they miss a step with such team spirit?