Quote Me On This

It's night:
all walks and work done,
all coming home
welcomed with a bark.

In the spare room
I sit and open
a living book:
each time I look
there is new text
verse and prose

and thoughts of those
I've never met
(but feel like I begin to know)
starting rivers
quick and clever
discourses on ryhme
or broken hearts.
I change course
and "click!" the next
is Macaws.

Brave or foolhardy
I'll join the flow
or read
and marvel
unseen on my side
of the screen;

or spring my own

Outside
on the road
anonymous cars
pass.
I take the clothespeg
off my bag of sultanas,
the dog
her warm nose
heavy on on my leg
waits for a raison d'etre -
I give her one:
she chews, happily.

Mine is abc.