All day long I have followed this sad dog.
My love for you, mangy and clumsy, wanders
Down windy alleys, snooping through gutters.
And now it’s 4 A.M., and where is the dog?
One day I had gotten mad and kicked it out.
Out of my house, and out of my heart, perhaps.–
My great love for you must wander in the street!
What I’d fed so tenderly must survive on scraps.
Soon enough, I missed its nails on the floor;
Its needy whomp into the bed when thunder uttered;
Even love’s wet dingy smell when the rain would pour
I missed, and missed utterly.
Come, help me tonight, whistle out loud;
My love is bound to find me, now I’m no longer proud.