Here’s the poem I’d like to share today. (Ruth is an old friend from my Chicago days!) See more poems today at LK’s blog!

From Yellow Doors, Poems by Ruth Goring, published by WordFarm

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NOT VERY PAVLOVIAN

Love whistles

but like a dog I

sniff at stumps, chase

grasshoppers & moths

zigzag on other’s trails

turn over stones & bark

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Cool trill comes again,

calls “Come!”

piercing

dusty wits like

shafts of light; at last

memory-fog clears—

only love whistles

like that

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& wagging my silly tail I

run