the seeing-eye dog :: bruce guernsey

sneaks out nights,
cool in beret,

his master’s dark glasses,
sips cointreau

at the dog cafe,
and watches;

is the poet of dogs
with a voice that sees

for the man who can’t,
that speaks the meaning

of red, of green;
is the loneliest dog

at the dog cafe
where hounds down suds

and the barking
is loud.