Dog Park: Featured Poem, November, 2025

Happy Friends-Giving and Happy Thanksgiving and simultaneously – National Day of Morning to commemorate the ignoble history of massacres, disease, and theft of Native lands by European settlers. Important we acknowledge this truth.

There is also true that love, family, friends and celebration of harvest are central to our histories and our lives. We find love in many forms. I hope you are able to hold these truths and find the beauty in this moment. -Heather

Dog Park

My desk looks down on a wooded park in San Francisco
with a field, path, many Monterey pines and cypress.
Between tree gaps on the little knoll
are glimpses of the Pacific Ocean.

Frisbee is played, cigarette breaks taken,
birthday parties celebrated and friends walk together.
The dogs and their people bring themselves
here to run, often off leash.

Dogs frisk, play catch, bark, sniff,
attempt to dig out gophers,
fail and run off distracted
by some other species of fun.

Today, a man parked his van below my window,
turned to his dog in the front seat to take her picture.
Nobody but me, and her,
saw him, so in love.

Photo by Natalya Ukolova on Unsplash


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