When I look at the sky now, I look at it for you
As if with enough attention, I could take it in for you

With all the leaves gone almost from
The trees, I did not walk briskly through the field

Late today with my dog Wool, I lay down in the upper field
He panting and aged, me looking at the blue. Leaning

On him, I wondered how finite these lustered days seem
To you, A stand of hemlock across the lake catches

My eye. It will take a long time to know how it is
For you. Like a dog’s lifetime — long — multiplied by sevens