Friday, January 18, 2019
You're like a little wild thing
that was never sent to school.
Sit, I say, and you jump up.
Come, I say, and you go galloping down the sand
to the nearest fish
with which you perfume your sweet neck.
It is summer.
How many summers does a little dog have?
Run, run, Percy.
This is our school.
Mary Oliver. Lover of dogs and nature and Cape Cod. And her partner. I never met her. She was my friend.