Once she was a circle of yellow herding us along the shore. Now she looks up at me, sling around her hips, a yellow lump of dog walking on her front legs while her hind legs dangle. Is that gratitude? Or "How much longer are you going to make me do this?" She is beautiful. She is old. She whines all night. Somehow she seems less yellow but more like a circle.
A Circle of Yellow
Dan Collins is an artist and poet in Dallas. His poetry has been published in Blue Mesa Review, Naugatuck River Review, andThe Boiler, among others. He is co-owner and operator of Tree House Studio.