Toby – a poem

Toby 

 

An island idyll:

Cobble-sand street

softly crumbling down

to the pearl-white beach

– bright as the inside

of the coconut

whose milk we sucked through straws

and cracked open

to eat

the soft dairy flesh –

melting into that water,

the tacky blue

of bubblegum ice cream.

 

It’s night –

we can’t see any of that.

 

Wrapped tight in my arms;

Canine eyes

peering into the dark.

 

Little patchwork pup,

not quite sure

if he wanted to be a lion

or a leopard.

 

Belly bulges out,

a ball on spindly spider legs,

neat mouse-like face.

 

He sleeps between us

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