Fall Again: Walking the Dogs

don't I circle like the seasons
chasing my tail
or some tail
while there's only today
and it's rolling away

last fall
walking the dogs
on this city park trail
brought me a poem
about frailty and ephemera

then I spent the winter and spring
hounding the same old things
and the summer chasing dreams

and here I am again
in September
writing
instead of looking
at the sun warm meadow
or listening to the brook warble
whisper
oh I can't find the word
and shoot
they've turned on the machines
clattering the world
clearing the bush

while Lucky dog bounds
wagging his tail
mousing
the seasons turn round me

turn me round
let me face
    enlightenment
there's not enough suck here
to sate me