National Poetry Month: Two poems by Roger Weaver

What Smart Dogs Know 

By Roger Weaver 

 

When to sleep, 

where to go, 

what toys to keep, 

who their friends are. 


Leaving 

By Roger Weaver 

 

It was a quarter after 

eleven and time 

for him to go.  

He who had bonded 

with him was leaving. 

Stubborn, I knew  

it was coming, 

his departure, but 

when it came 

I was elsewhere,  

and most there 

at the same time.  

Parting without 

departure and  

welcome our 

next time together.