Our Cocker Spaniel Jasmine
used to do that.
She’d follow me down the hall,
and I’d feel the barest touch
of her sweet black nose,
at the tender
vulnerable
crook of my knee.
This little Papillon Bisou
follows me too
touching my pantleg,
butterflies
fluttering about my steps.
We’re on the clouds,
her puppy steps lighter than air.
JoRene Byers grew up on the ancestral land of the Clatsop (łät’cαp). Spending her childhood listening to the Pacific in Seaside, she heard stories of the coast and Neahkanie Mountain, the “place of the Creator.” She lives in the High Desert now, never forgetting the sound of the ocean. Instagram.com/terry.jorene
