The Dogs

Julia Johnson

The wide range converges.
The moon dilutes itself on the plate.

A blue shape, a coat of sorts, wears itself out.
They drift now, as if laced together,

into the long distance. The path to the bridge
now farther away and beyond recognition.

The monument of want cannot predict this mapping, and they,
running tonight, shelve the directions.

As though following up wood stairs, their ears move
back, swiftly, bathed in salt.

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JULIA JOHNSON is author of a book of poems, Naming the Afternoon, from Louisiana State University Press. She has had work appear in Third Coast, Poetry International, New Orleans Review, and Caketrain, among other journals. A native of New Orleans, she is winner of the Fellowship of Southern Writers” 2003 New Writing Award, and teaches in the Center for Writers at the University of Southern Mississippi.