Tiva Our Golden Retriever
When Tiva got older
She would lean against the grapefruit wall paper
In the kitchen
With her grey nose pointed towards her red bowl,
Always the same place
Always the same direction.
She made a dog mark,
Scuffed away the yellow grapefruit.
She would follow our conversation at dinner
And stay in that place
Even after the dishes were cleared away.
Years later we moved
And when I said goodbye to the house
I sat by the dog mark for a long while.
