We Sit in the Sun
Posted on September 27, 2011
We sit in the sun on the
south-facing balcony
soaking up the warmth,
out of the wind on a cool,
pre-autumn September
afternoon.
My Chocolate Lab nudges my
forearm and nudges again.
I look away from the poem and
I look at him beckoning me.
He’s old. He might not be here
a long time and someday
I will wish that he were here to
nudge my forearm.
I rub behind his ears;
I ball up a fist and
rub his snout
which itches with late
summer allergies.
He goes to lie in the sun.
I look over at my wife and
return to Jim Harrison.
bobdahl 
Beautifully written, a piece from the past. Loved the image of the balled-up fist rubbing your dog’s itchy snout – no greater please, for both dog and man. Anyway, thanks for staying the course with all your writing.