Jennifer

Mooney joins her paws into the Schuylkill River. An Australian Shepherd mix, she bolts through her own small crashes of soaked sound. We skip stones toward the other shore. Mooney flies at their paths, jarred by their sudden far-off sinking, each slowly reaching smoothed-over rocks in the wet muck of underbeds. Mooney expects more for the fetching. Mooney knows I won’t be around for long, that this is her river.