The plane flying high scalpels through the sky Tracing a momentary incision Marking the arcing of its passing by The sky heals erasing with precision The jackrabbit never looks way up there It does not matter so it does not mind Having more immediate concerns where Some predator may come up from behind The roadrunner hops to a fencepost top There to consider the situation Having run all day but better not stop The lizard runs by in explanation The dogs are just happy to be away From Santa Ana and detractors of Dogs back at COGS on this their dogly day They made it to doggedly through their love And the poet has an epiphany Now maybe happiness has come somehow Thought never to be not ever to see Maybe this is it being here and now Steven Curtis Lance