a tug on the leash – July 29


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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