The Dog Park On Friday Before Leaving New York For A While, When I Suddenly Wanted To Stay.

At the park he stands elevated
In what might be an authoritative way,
But for the way
His brow dips down.

But for the way
His great broad shouldered Husky Dog
Leaps for him and darts away laughing.
His eyes chase the beast gently
Not jealous so much,
Not jealous.

They share one thing quietly, this:
A trust in the world.

I heard a secret there.