The Man and His Dog

He and the dog
Walked often in the woods
At times, he would stop
Raise his face toward the tree ceiling
Remembering how the light trickled through the canopy
As sun-shapes and shadows on her face
She would close her eyes
Her expression calm
Her smile slight

This
This would grip him
Stream hot through his blood
This memory he carries
When he and the dog walk in the woods