That snowy afternoon a galaxy
appeared on your dog's black back
while we talked. Stars took
their places, planets, whole constellations
gathered there, marvelous as a meteor shower,
until with a few friendly, unthinking strokes
I wiped the whole sky clean,
and it began to fill again.
It seemed the kind of tender beauty
too fleeting to mention
just then and there,
this galaxy falling gently
onto your dog's back.