Lleucu

Lleucu

This dog
            balances her tennis ball
on my knee
                        and crouches
ready.
            Her pupils flood
her green eyes – life
is acute
            in her.
As for me,
                        I am
as dimmed as an old penny.
I take off my glasses
and cast the ball
                        upwards.
She catches it
with the effortlessness
of wu wei
            and returns it to me
brimming
                        with play.




In Going Gentle (Gomer, 2007)
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