Old Dogs

HAVE ANOTHER


I see
a man
walking
to the end
of a narrow rocky point
extending like a finger
into a small circular bay
of bright
blue water

a warm
summer sun
dances happily
off crests created
by a light benevolent breeze
the water bordered by firs
and above their verdant reach
the distant mountain slopes
are flagged in snowy white
as an eagle searches above
for ripples in the water
indicating fish
and a welcomed
meal

the man
sets down his beer
and balances precariously
on an uneven rock
as he unevenly
urinates
into the bay
anxious to return
to the bars of Ketchikan
blind to the beauty
visually caressing
his drunken
mind

sometimes
inner nature
precludes
the outer
no matter
how
sublime