Volcanic walls hedge the black-silver sand all
the way to the sea’s edge. Waves clap the shore,
misty clouds rising to an undefined horizon.
The tide pushes cool water back up the small
creeks where preening birds ignore the off-beat
rhythm of paws pounding sand. Dogs own this
damp land of sticks and seaweed. Galloping with
soggy exuberance, they greet each other,
bodies eloquent with tail swagger and head angle.
A stiff-legged terrier trots to a diverse trio of
amiable mutts. The chocolate lab climbs out of
a pool, shakes, and pushes his head into a
stranger’s hand. A senior with spots wears his ears
like a button-down collar. As I turn back toward
the car lot, her memory catches pace with me, then
dashes out ahead. Indelible, my black-silver girl.