a tug on the leash – July 29

7.29.2014

the dog stops more often

on our walks now

to sniff, to lift a leg,

to squat

 

or perhaps to fake one

of these so that he

can take a breath

as he ages.

 

I tug at his leash

but gently,

 

for my leash

grows short

as well.

 

come along boy,

we will all

get there

soon enough.

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