Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Jane Kenyon


The dog has cleaned his bowl
and his reward is a biscuit,
which I put in his mouth
like a priest offering the host.

I can't bear that trusting face!
He asks for bread, expects
bread, and I in my power
might have given him a stone.

1 comment:

Dingo said...

This one is new to me. I love it.