Billy
Billy the Pomeranian plus
(his extras: coyote legs, leap wallaby)
jogs beside me, ears at a peaceable
rake, fur as if combed, in white-tan
flow. You never know, though, when
some Other, Dog, Child, might
excite those legs to those leaps
—meaning pounce!—those
teeth not quite trained out of
snap! Kind of like road rage;
kind of like Sacramento.
