Call as You Will

By Todd Boss Todd Boss
—retracing
trail until

the sun makes
up its mind

to leave
a wilderness

behind—you’ll
never find

the dog
who seems

(in this most
vivid of vivid

dreams) alive
and fresh,

a wish
made flesh,

who left
the leash

and now is
lost—lost

good in the
heart’s deep

wood.

Source: Poetry (July/August 2009).

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This poem originally appeared in the July/August 2009 issue of Poetry magazine

July/August 2009
 Todd  Boss

Biography

Poet Todd Boss grew up on a cattle farm in Wisconsin, and was educated at St. Olaf College and the University of Alaska Anchorage, where he received an MFA. Boss’s pared-down, idea-driven poems are propelled by internal rhyme and balance clarity with a nuanced attention to sound. “I think of poems as pieces of music, or a work of architecture,” he told the Utne Reader in 2009. “The poem is a space that you’re inviting someone . . .

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Poem Categorization

SUBJECT Relationships, Pets, Nature, Animals

POET’S REGION U.S., Midwestern

Poetic Terms Free Verse, Metaphor

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