Poem of the Week, by Tony Hoagland

The Best Moment of the Night

- Tony Hoagland

You had a moment with the dog,

down near the base of the butcher-block table

just as the party was getting started.

Just as the guests were bringing in

their potluck salads and vegetarian lasagna,

setting them down on the buffet,

you had an unforeseeable exchange of warmth

with this scruffy, bug-eyed creature

who let you scratch his ears.

He lives down there, among the high heels

and the cowboy boots, below the human roar

rising to its boil up above. Like his, your evening

is just beginning –but you

are lonelier than him. You think

that if you disappeared tonight,

you would not be missed for years;

yet here, the licking of the hands and face;

and here, the baring of the vulnerable belly.

You are still panting, and alive, and seeking love;

yet no one who knows you

knows, somehow,

about your wet, black nose,

or that you can wag your tail.

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