Sculpting Love

Jagged edged plastic fencing tied
across rough concrete steps with string-
just tangly white cotton string
that will rot in the rain-
Doesn’t look like Love
to anybody but me
because nobody else knows
or saw when the old brown dog
forgot how she falls down stairs
she’s forgotten she shouldn’t go up
Went up and fell down sideways
as we saw and held our breath
until she got to her feet
and walked a few feet away
to lie down in the hosta
pretending she meant to do that
while you made that sculpture
out of string and plastic and Love.

About janemwoodman

Singer, writer, restaurant reviewer, urban farmer, devoted lover of my husband....old and getting happier all the time.
This entry was posted in Dogs, Dogs, Birds and Other Joys, Free verse, love, Poetry, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Sculpting Love

  1. rita kowats says:

    It’s awesome how sheer simplicity speaks so profoundly. Thank you, Jane.

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