Borzoi

Smiling to itself, it swings along

as though it were a single

file of one-this two-dimensional hound.

And yet it never treads upon the ground.

But, slung from the spine

that sways from the upturned tail

to the downturned nose, it reaches down

fore and hind as if to reassure

by such quadruple touch its shadow.

A silver mind appreciates (every inch

the prince of elegance), surveys

the splendid vistas and the swept snows

as, curved in delicate relief, its way-

graceful as Astaire in furs of

silk and slender as the wind-it wends.