Hour Six –   To Be A Dog in America     Mary Pecaut

Summer morning on the couch 

in my daughter’s house

Luna Love naps 

on my lap.   Where does she go 

in her sleep?  Twitching legs and muffled 

belly barks as though racing ‘round 

Longfellow Park with Jack or Jake – it seems 

on a doggie date. She lives 

the good life 

even in her dreams.