lost poetry

So, I've been fumbling in the darkness of memory to retrieve an excellent poem I saw years ago in the New Yorker about a dog (who lived in the country and was such a good dog it came back in the next life as a human who was stuck in an apartment in the city). No dice yet.

But it did remind me of a very good poem, another one I can't find, about melting snow and headlights.

Curses!