This poem was published in Lyrical Iowa, 2008, by the Iowa Poetry Association
Seeing Through her Eyes
She sits upon the top step of my deck
and surveys the backyard before her.
My albino dragon, she assumes
the position of a sphinx in vigilance.
The sun has made it westerly turn,
and the shadow colors her fur.
The eastern yard shines in afternoon hues
of one-day growth after I mowed.
I recline in my green Adirondack chair
and brush a fly from my knee.
Time has slowed and turns easily
pretending there is no tomorrow,
only now,
and all is well in this life.