had less to do
with any harm
they might inflict
than with the sad
look in their eyes
expressing a need
for love he felt
he couldn’t meet.
And so he looked
away from them.

He was too busy
for such obligations,
waiting instead
for angels to speak,
looking up at heaven
with an expression
they couldn’t help
responding to,
try as they might
to avoid his gaze.

Rilke’s Fear of Dogs, by Jeffrey Harrison
from his book, Feeding the Fire

Taffy the Big Blonde back in the day…we miss you girl…

[h/t to The Writer’s Almanac for the lead to the poem…