My nearest neighbor
is out early this morning
walking her old dog who acts like a pup
because the rain has stopped momentarily
and the sunís come out.
He runs bounding between rows of sugar beets
forgetting he is old
and has arthritis, ignorant of ailments
His ears lift and fall with sounds
she doesnít hear.
He runs because the morning light burns
like sulphur through the clouds.
Maybe later he will ache
and she will lay him on a rug in front of a fire.
But for now he stretches
all his bones as far as they will go
in the morningís yellow wedge of light.