My Dog is a Poem After Jackson going on walks across parks sidewalk trotting coming upon an elder walking noticing our poem roaming, them smiling to our little dog good day tidings you tell them today our pup’s logged1815 years of change the elder chuckles welcoming the pup comrades in this age and you say (Jackson speaking through you) you’re only as young as you feel in your heart. amening the elder and our dog exchange sagacious glances already understanding this. already buds budding like spring softly, sky bluing just as free to relate as poetry the sun writes the departing in light making all as majestic as the morning giving gentle and tender kind fuzzy glow giving belonging to each other as we go.
— Adam Powers