| Tasha's Poems |
| NO LEASH In my dream there is grass I hear the ocean and the man Is with me and no leash. The grass is wet and I smell others. In my dream I have a toy And the place where I rest On the carpet is cool and the man Is always happy with me. In my dream there is always a toy And the man does not sit all night With his back to me. There is grass and no leash. In my dream I am not nine times Seven and getting stiff, so I Can walk for hours in the grass. The man and the smell of others. Tasha 7/20/1999 |
| THE LOVE QUILT I'm not supposed to be on this bed, but the man isn't watching. Not supposed to be on the grandma quilt, the mostly yellow one with squares of red and blue; the man thinks I'm color blind. The little tassels of yarn tickle my nose. I hope the man doesn't see me sleeping here. He says this quilt is just for love, like a leash just for people or a toy just for later. A dog needs this love if she lives with a poet. Tasha July 13, 1999 |
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| DOG SONG for Rascal My song begins at sundown when the twilight wind comes up. A cold wind, brushing my hair and my tail. Butterfly light is shining. Butterflies lift me at nightfall, and nothing hurts me now. Look, the light is brighter than ... See the little dogs come running! See the bigger dogs come running! See the kitties and dogs come together, and all the animals singing. Tasha January 2004 based on a Pima Indian song |
| A Patch of Sun I am a honey colored dog and my friend says nothing is as sweet as me. I like to sleep in soft places and I like my freedom in the afternoon to find the sun as it passes looking here and there to find me. But I don't go far. I look back from the sunbeam I find in a patch of grass. How I can not be afraid he might leave? by Tasha February 2004 |