Evening Walk

Evening Walk

He's off up the path like Lassie -
I'm bobbing behind a puppy dog's tail -
trying to get him to roll over, to chase me.
Someone pokes their nose in from an upstairs window,
a bath runs away with itself.
"She's throwing herself at him."
I am. Like a stick.
Out of range of the dog whistle.
Full of puppy-love.