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Nice, Doug. But if you had ever seen Max with dogs, you would know, they walked him. Funny, how much his life was dominated by dogs but you wouldn't have said he was a 'dog person' in the way that some people naturally are or seem to be. So it fits your poem to say the walk would be 'slow and rhythmic' but my memory is of labs jerking him along. Not that they didn't love him of course. Bill On Thursday, 29 September 2016, Douglas Barbour <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > i.m. Max Richards > > Two dogs are waiting > for their usual slow rhythmic walk > > the rhyme of trees & fences > a roundabout series of turns > > those lines have broken > & still they wait > > > Douglas Barbour > [log in to unmask] <javascript:;> > https://eclecticruckus.wordpress.com/ > > Recent publications: (With Sheila E Murphy) Continuations & Continuations > 2 (UofAPress). > Recording Dates (Rubicon Press). > > Four or five couplets trying to dance > into Persia. Who dances in Persia now? > > A magic carpet, a prayer mat, red. > A knocked off head of somebody on her broken knees. > > Phyllis Webb >