Wednesday, January 17, 2024

Poem for Tuesday and Marymoor Dog Park

Dog Park 
By Brandon Brown 

I told Alli I really wanted
to write a poem called “Dog Park.”

In bed she’s like you could make it
a New Yorker poem, where you
go to a dog park and then have some
huge epiphany. And then we
have a soft debate as to whether
a poem called “Dog Park”
needs a dog park in it or
not, or even a dog. I dunno.

But I do I know I don’t want
to get up out of bed, not now,
five milligrams of warm indica
coaxing me into its native land
of sleep, to write down Alli’s
idea for my poem “Dog Park”
and I tell her so and she says
get up, you’re a poet, and it’s
true, so I shuffle off this
warm, magnificent mattress,
firm as the back of a Golden
Retriever in the prime of life.

The blinds in the bedroom
are shut tight against the mean
lights of the Pacific East Mall
that moan all night and make
the nearby bedrooms bright.
But I get up, ugh, to write
down what might be the
beginning of a poem called
“Dog Park,” with or without a
dog park or even a dog. And
obviously you’d rather be
a cloud than a poet, Jesus.
Or the plastic tip of a vape pen
or the floating lint in the store
where they sell beds and sheets
and pillows and duvets or even
a grody hunk of sand on the
ground of a dog park, my
nightmare. But it will just
take a minute or two, and then
I can pee one last time with
impunity, double check the
door is locked, go back to bed,
wait for the next one.

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Tuesday felt like a Monday, since Monday had felt like a Sunday, so I had laundry, bathroom cleaning, weekend photo sorting, that sort of excitement. We did have gorgeous weather and temperatures above freezing, so since we're supposed to have precipitation for at least the next 10 days, we figured we should enjoy it. The eagles were in the tree right above our porch again, the hummingbirds were out, and we went to get bagels at lunchtime. 

We walked to Idylwood to see the ducks before my Voyager group at 4 -- only three of us could stay to watch on this anniversary of the first episode, but we saw "Blink of an Eye" which was really quite good and I'm surprised I didn't remember a thing about it! Then we had dinner, watched this week's Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and now we're watching the White Collar episode with Renée Elise Goldsberry. The dog park at Marymoor on Sunday:

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