Dog Sleeping in Abstract Sunlight
Our basset hound's camouflaged fur
resembles Robert Motherwell's
"Elegy to the Spanish Republic."
Big black ovals bloom between
gray and brown blurs with one well-
licked scar on her white shoulder.
She dozes in slices of the sun,
dragging her weight across the floor,
tracking warmth this freezing afternoon.
Her long ears lift toward a freight train
passing two blocks away telling the same
old clacking jokes to laughing tracks.