Belle

I have learned love
here at the end of my life
from a dog who made love an obsession.

There was not enough love
in this world to fill up the sponge
that was her world’s prize possession.

Food, of course, always got her attention
and daily walks
around the block, in the park.

It was her confession
that hands lightly touching her body
could release all affectation

and cause her to lie on her back
to receive affection
in the form of a soft belly rub.

And we would sing duets when I came home,
responsive songs
that I will always remember
for both shared joy
and responsiveness unencumbered.