Suburban dogs howl…
a loneliness, a longing
for the river’s thunderous
sonata…the timbre of
a tumbling creek where
the mountains loom,
majestic… noble, pompous
A nor’west wind moans
like a pack of wolves, necks
careening to the sky over
tarns and gullies
Under a January moon,
the city dogs take another breath…
a breath as deep as their longing.