Woman with dogs

Three dogs cross the meadow
at three speeds, oriented
in different directions
like a compass that has lost north.

The dachshund drags through
the mint. The lab’s thick tail
knocks the new fiddleheads.
Puppy leaps like a fish from the grass

creating her sunset ripples.
Each sniffs and paws, lifts a leg,
imagines a deer.
They watch each other,

they watch her, making moves
to be seen by the path-picker,
to be known by that fuzzy sorrel,
this damp ground.

The woman conjures the W. A. L. K,
and probably the sun’s
golden hour. She wags them
with a predictable happiness.