fur is green with age and moss,
matching the lawn.
sits implacably, looking up, supplicating,
huge spaniel eyes more patient than any other statue's.
her mouth she holds the tall, round handle
a flower basket, the kind that
little girls in white carry at Easter.
expectantly lifted left paw says
flowers in her basket are an offering.
they, too, are iron and green.
no one in the garden to take them
(even if they could be taken).
to pat this ever faithful friend
the head and say, "Good girl."
did the sculptor add these flowers of iron
of leaving the basket empty?
Real flowers might have been planted there.
Someone, maybe a laughing child in white,
Might have taken a blossom for her hair
And smiled her thanks at the constant dog.
he despair of sale to a true gardener, or
imagined a little girl frolicking on a lawn?
was it merely that
didn't know when he was finished?