Erin Mouré

17 April 1955 / Calgary / Alberta / Canada

The Grammar Of The Dog

I have a little dog of water
It is just a little peg
my dog of water

Do you see it
so worn down across the field
nosing low in the bended grasses?

It is my dog of water.
Each leaf of grass dips a scarf into its passing.

Even the grass today is running.
Even the grass today touches the dog of water.
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